In the hush of evening, where shadows softly fall,
The garden breathes a secret, a story to recall.
Petals whisper tales of sunlight kissed by morn,
Of gentle breezes dancing through fields of corn.

The roses blush with colors borrowed from the dawn,
While daisies dream of meadows where innocence is drawn.
Vines weave their melodies in silent, winding trails,
As lilies stand with grace, their fragrance never pales.

Beneath the watchful gaze of the silver, glowing moon,
The flowers sway in rhythm to a tender, ancient tune.
Leaves rustle in harmony, a symphony of night,
As stars sprinkle their magic, a soft and gentle light.

Oh, garden of wonder, where nature’s secrets lie,
In every bloom and bud, in every whispering sigh.
A tapestry of life, woven with care and love,
A reminder of the beauty in the earth and sky above.