In the heart of the silent night,
Where moonlight dances on gentle leaves,
The gardens sing a soft lullaby,
Embracing dreams that nature weaves.

Petals whisper secrets of old,
As dewdrops rest on emerald beds,
The fragrance of stories yet untold,
In every breeze, the past is read.

Stars gaze upon the earth below,
As shadows play in the silver glow,
The garden’s pulse is calm and slow,
In night’s embrace, a tranquil flow.

Under the vast and endless skies,
Where time seems to gently pause,
The gardens breathe a sigh of life,
A testament to nature’s cause.