In the gentle arms of verdant grace,
Where whispers of the earth embrace,
A symphony of leaves, soft and true,
Guides the heart with emerald hue.
Beneath the canopy, shadows play,
Dancing in the golden sway,
Roots entwine in ancient lore,
Guardians of the forest floor.
Petals bloom with silent pride,
In their hues, secrets reside,
A tapestry woven by nature’s art,
In every stem, a beating heart.
In the garden’s quiet breath,
Lies the promise of life’s depth,
In every green and vibrant thread,
A timeless story, gently spread.