In the garden of dreams, where colors blend and sway,
Each petal whispers secrets of the dawn’s new day.
The roses, tulips, and lilies in a dance divine,
Paint the canvas of earth with hues so fine.

Beneath the golden sun, where shadows gently fall,
Flowers weave their magic, standing proud and tall.
Their fragrance tells a story, ancient and true,
Of love and life, and skies so blue.

The morning dew, like diamonds, graces each bloom,
Reflecting light and joy, dispelling gloom.
In every petal’s curve, a mystery profound,
A testament to beauty, where grace is found.

As twilight descends and stars begin to gleam,
Flowers close their eyes, resting in a dream.
Until the dawn returns, with its gentle kiss,
Renewing the cycle of nature’s bliss.