In the gentle cradle of morning light,
Emerald tendrils weave through the earth,
A symphony of greens and yellows bright,
Whispering tales of rebirth and mirth.

Spinach leaves sway in the wind’s embrace,
Their verdant dance, a soothing balm,
While carrots nestle in their earthen lace,
Awaiting their rise with graceful calm.

Tomatoes blush in the sun’s warm gaze,
A scarlet promise of flavors yet to unfold,
And peas, in their pods, dream of summer days,
Their tender sweetness a story retold.

The garden sings with a silent grace,
An orchestra of life beneath the sky,
Where every vegetable finds its place,
In nature’s vibrant lullaby.