In the heart of the waking dawn,
Where petals greet the gentle breeze,
A garden whispers tales untold,
In hues of gold and emerald seas.
Beneath the skyâs eternal gaze,
Where sunlit dreams embrace the earth,
The blossoms dance in silent praise,
To celebrate each day’s rebirth.
The winding paths through verdant lands,
Lead to secrets hidden deep,
In every leaf, the stories stand,
Guardians of the dreams we keep.
When twilight wraps the garden close,
And stars adorn the velvet skies,
The nightingale sings soft repose,
A lullaby of whispered sighs.