In gardens where the sunlight gleams,
The flowers whisper in their dreams.
With petals soft and colors bright,
They dance in gentle, morning light.

Amidst the roses, daisies grow,
Their faces turned where breezes blow.
A tapestry of nature’s grace,
Each blossom finds its special place.

The lilies stand with elegance,
In summer’s warm and gentle dance.
Their fragrance fills the morning air,
A beauty pure, beyond compare.

Through seasons change and storms they face,
The flowers hold their sacred space.
A testament to life’s sweet song,
In nature’s arms, they all belong.