In the whispering gardens where dreams unfold,
Amidst the blossoms, stories are told.
Each petal and leaf, a verse of its own,
In nature’s cradle, beauty is sown.

The gentle breeze carries secrets so rare,
Through the emerald tapestry, floating in air.
Sunlight dances on dew-kissed blooms,
Nature’s orchestra in fragrant rooms.

Shadows play under the ancient trees,
A world of wonder, a place to be free.
Birds sing lullabies to the waking dawn,
In the garden’s heart, worries are gone.

Paths of stone lead to hidden retreats,
Where solitude and serenity meet.
In the whispering gardens, time stands still,
Nature’s embrace, a soothing thrill.