In the garden where dreams softly bloom,
Petals whisper secrets in the morning’s gentle embrace,
Each flower a story, each leaf a poem,
Dancing in the sunlight’s tender grace.

Colors weave a tapestry of delight,
From the crimson rose to the lavender’s hue,
Nature’s palette, a sight so bright,
Each blossom a miracle, forever true.

In the stillness, where the heart finds peace,
Flowers sway with a rhythm so divine,
Carrying whispers of the ancient breeze,
A symphony of life in every vine.

Beneath the azure sky, they rise and fall,
Delicate as a lover’s touch, bold as a warrior’s call,
Flowers, silent guardians of the earth’s soul,
In their presence, we become whole.