In gardens where the roses blush,
And petals whisper tales of morn,
The dewdrops kiss the blossoms’ hush,
As daylight’s first light is reborn.

Violets hum their silent song,
Beneath the sky so soft and blue,
They dream of where they might belong,
In fields where dreams and wishes grew.

The tulips dance in vibrant hues,
Their colors painting earth’s delight,
They sway beneath the sun’s warm muse,
In harmony with day and night.

Amidst the blooms, the lilies stand,
With grace they hold their heads up high,
They nod and bow as if to land,
A kiss upon the morning sky.