Among the petals softly swaying,
Whispers of the earth arise,
In gardens where the light is playing,
Beneath the endless azure skies.

The gentle hum of bees in flight,
Weaves through branches, green and bright,
A symphony of life and light,
In this serene and sacred sight.

Each blossom tells a story old,
Of seasons past and tales untold,
In gardens where the heart grows bold,
And dreams unfold in colors bold.

Let the fragrance guide your way,
Through pathways where the spirits stray,
In gardens vast where hearts can play,
Until the close of golden day.