In the heart of the garden, blooms a tale,
Of petals soft and colors pale.
Each morning dew a sparkling gem,
Adorning flowers, nature’s diadem.

Gentle whispers in the breeze,
Carry scents through the trees.
A symphony of hues so bright,
Dancing in the golden light.

Silent stories they unfold,
In shades of pink, red, and gold.
Every bloom a piece of art,
Painting joy upon the heart.

With each petal’s tender grace,
The garden finds its sacred place.
A haven where the soul can rest,
And nature’s beauty feels its best.