In the garden’s heart, where silence sings,
Petals whisper secrets, a gentle ring.
Colors bloom in a painted dance,
Nature’s art, a fleeting chance.

Roses blush in the morning dew,
A tapestry of red, pink, and blue.
Sunflowers stand, tall and bright,
Turning faces to the light.

Daisies dot the emerald sea,
Innocence in their simplicity.
Lilies float on ponds serene,
Graceful, pure, a sight pristine.

Each flower tells a story old,
Of love, of loss, of dreams untold.
In their beauty, we find our part,
The symphony of a blooming heart.