In the gentle dawn where flowers bloom,
Their colors dance, dispelling gloom.
Petals whisper secrets to the breeze,
Painting dreams among the trees.

Dewdrops rest on blushing leaves,
Reflecting stories nature weaves.
A symphony of scents fills the air,
A fragrant melody, beyond compare.

Beneath the sun’s warm, tender gaze,
Flowers sway in rhythmic praise.
In their vibrant, silent song,
They remind us where we belong.

As twilight falls, the flowers sigh,
Embracing stars in the velvet sky.
In the garden’s quiet, gentle night,
Their beauty lingers, pure and bright.