In the gentle hush of night, gardens dream,
Where the moon casts its wistful gleam.
Flowers whisper secrets in the breeze,
Dancing shadows beneath ancient trees.

Petals bathed in silver light unfold,
Telling tales of wonder, yet untold.
Crickets sing their lullabies so sweet,
While dewdrops gather at the earth’s feet.

Paths meander through the silent glade,
Where night blooms in a fragrant cascade.
Stars, like diamonds, in the velvet dome,
Guide the weary wanderer safely home.

In this sacred space, time gently bends,
Nature’s canvas where tranquility blends.
Gardens, in their midnight serenade,
Whisper softly of the dreams they’ve made.