In the garden where whispers grow,
Leaves dance with the morning light,
Their gentle rustle a secret song,
Breathing life into the silent dawn.

Roots delve deep in the earth below,
Seeking stories of the ages past,
Holding firm to the whispers shared,
As the sun casts shadows long and vast.

The flowers bloom with colors bright,
A tapestry of nature’s art,
Each petal holds a promise true,
Of life renewed, a fresh new start.

In the quiet, the garden speaks,
A language of the earth and sky,
Whispering leaves and blooming dreams,
In harmony, they reach up high.