In gardens where the flowers bloom,
A symphony of colors in the afternoon,
Petals whisper secrets to the breeze,
And every leaf dances with ease.
Underneath the ancient oak,
Shadows play and memories evoke,
Birds sing tales of yesteryears,
While the stream reflects our deepest fears.
The fragrance of roses fills the air,
A reminder of love and care,
Vines climb with a gentle grace,
Creating a serene and peaceful space.
As twilight descends, stars appear,
The garden holds its treasures dear,
In this haven, hearts find rest,
Nature’s embrace, a gentle quest.