In the gentle cradle of the morning dew,
Leaves whisper secrets only they knew.
Flowers dance with the softest breeze,
In colors that captivate and tease.

The sun paints shadows on the verdant floor,
As petals reveal tales of lore.
Roots dig deep in the earth’s embrace,
Holding stories time cannot erase.

Bees hum a song of tireless flight,
In the garden’s ever-changing light.
Each bloom a promise, each leaf a dream,
In nature’s endless flowing stream.

As night descends with a gentle sigh,
Stars watch over from the velvet sky.
The garden sleeps, yet life abounds,
In the silent music of nature’s sounds.