In the quiet dawn, blooms whisper tales,
A dance of petals, gentle and frail.
Colors blend in a serene ballet,
As morning mist begins to sway.

Roses unfurl in a crimson hue,
Daisies greet with a golden view.
Lilies stand in elegant grace,
Each flower a story, a time, a place.

Sunlight kisses the garden’s face,
Shadows play in a delicate chase.
Fragrance drifts on the softest breeze,
Nature’s song in harmonies.

Evening falls, a gentle embrace,
Stars appear in a velvet space.
Flowers rest under moonlit skies,
Dreaming of dawn’s sweet reprise.