Beneath the azure sky, where sunlight gently falls,
The garden breathes in whispers, a symphony of calls.
Each petal tells a story, of life and love and care,
A tapestry of beauty, woven in the air.

The roses blush in crimson, the lilies pure and white,
Tulips stand in splendor, reaching for the light.
Daisies dance in meadows, their faces to the sun,
Together they sing praises, their journey just begun.

In the still of morning, dew kisses every leaf,
A testament to moments, both tender and brief.
The fragrance of the blossoms, a soothing, sweet embrace,
A gentle reminder, of nature’s warm grace.

As twilight gently whispers, and stars begin to gleam,
The garden hums a lullaby, a soft and peaceful dream.
Each plant and flower slumbers, in the cool of night,
Awaiting dawn’s arrival, to bathe in morning light.