In the garden where silence grows,
Leaves rustle in a gentle prose,
Petals whisper secrets untold,
In hues of pink, and marigold.

The lilies dance in morning light,
While violets dream of starry night,
A breeze caresses every stem,
A tranquil hymn, a timeless gem.

Beneath the oak, the mossy ground,
Holds stories of the earth unbound,
In every bloom, a tale unfolds,
Of life and love, in colors bold.

So let us wander, hand in hand,
Through nature’s art, so grandly planned,
And find the peace that blossoms here,
In every leaf, so green and dear.