In the garden where the lilies sway,
Underneath the moon’s soft, silver ray,
A whispering bloom begins to say,
Secrets of the night that gently play.

Petals open wide to greet the dawn,
As morning light dances on the lawn,
Dewdrops glisten, a new day born,
A symphony of colors brightly drawn.

In the breeze, the flowers softly sing,
A melody that only hearts can bring,
Nature’s choir in a gentle swing,
A serenade to which the spirits cling.

When twilight falls and shadows grow,
The blossoms close, their secrets stow,
Awaiting the moon’s gentle glow,
To once again let their whispers flow.