In the garden where dreams gently unfold,
Petals whisper stories untold,
Morning dew cradles each bloom,
In the soft embrace of nature’s room.

Colors dance in the gentle breeze,
A symphony of hues among the trees,
Sunlight kisses each tender face,
In the garden’s tender, quiet grace.

Fragrance weaves through the silent air,
A melody of scents, beyond compare,
In this realm where flowers reign,
In their beauty, none can feign.

As twilight drapes its gentle veil,
The blossoms whisper tales of the trail,
In the heart of nature, love’s own power,
Where every petal sings of the flower.