In the quiet dawn, where petals wake,
A symphony of colors, nature’s own sake.
Whispers of blossoms, in a gentle breeze,
Telling tales of spring, with such ease.

Sunlight dances on dew-kissed leaves,
A tender touch that weaves and cleaves.
The garden hums with life anew,
Each flower a note, in a melody true.

Beneath the azure, the blooms arise,
Painting the earth, under endless skies.
Their fragrance a song, so sweet and pure,
An ephemeral beauty, destined to endure.

As twilight falls, they softly close,
Dreaming of dawn, in night’s repose.
The cycle of life, in petals unfolds,
A timeless story, forever told.