In the garden where dreams take flight,
Petals unfold with morning light.
Whispers of spring in colors bright,
Dancing in the dawn so slight.

Each flower tells a gentle tale,
Of love and life in every veil.
Fragile beauty, strong and frail,
A story in the morning’s pale.

The sun caresses every bloom,
Banishing the night’s cold gloom.
In their presence, hearts find room,
To hope, to love, to resume.

Oh, flowers in the morning’s grace,
You bring a smile to every face.
In your beauty, we find our place,
In nature’s gentle, warm embrace.