In the gentle dawn, roses softly sigh,Their whispers carried on the morning breeze,Each petal a secret, a delicate cry,Of dreams unfurled beneath the swaying trees.Sunlight dances on lilies pure and bright,With grace they bow, a symphony in bloom,Their fragrance weaving through the warm daylight,Enchanting hearts, dispelling every gloom.Tulips stand proud with colors bold and true,A vibrant chorus singing to the skies,In harmony with violets’ humble hue,Their beauty captured in a lover’s eyes.Beneath the stars, the flowers rest in peace,Guardians of night, in moonlit embrace,In dreams they weave a world where sorrows cease,A garden of hope in nature’s own grace.