In the garden of ancient dreams,
Where roots run deep and silent streams,
Whisper secrets of the earth,
Giving life to endless mirth.
Green tendrils reach for the sky,
Dancing with the windâs soft sigh,
Underneath the sunâs warm glow,
They stretch and thrive, they grow.
Seasons change with gentle grace,
Painting leaves in colors’ embrace,
A cycle of life, death, and rebirth,
A testament to natureâs worth.
In every leaf and every stem,
Lies a story, a hidden gem,
The plants that stand through endless time,
Are natureâs poets, pure and sublime.