In the gentle cradle of dawn’s embrace,
Petals whisper secrets to the waking sun,
Their colors dance in the morning’s grace,
A silent song of beauty just begun.
The roses blush with tales of love,
While daisies laugh in fields of gold,
Lilies stand like sentinels above,
Guarding stories yet untold.
Sunflowers turn to greet the light,
Their faces full of hope and dreams,
In the garden’s quiet, soft delight,
Nature’s poetry flows in endless streams.
As twilight drapes its velvet shroud,
The flowers bow to the moonlit eve,
In their gentle presence, proud yet bowed,
A timeless tapestry they weave.