In the hush of morning light, they rise,
Leaves unfurling towards the azure skies,
Silent sentinels of verdant dreams,
Whispering secrets through sunlit beams.

Roots deep in earth, they anchor the soul,
Drawing strength from the soil, making whole,
In their gentle sway, they tell a tale,
Of seasons past, in the softest gale.

Each blossom a testament to time,
Petals dancing, in rhythms sublime,
In the garden’s heart, a symphony plays,
A melody of life, in endless arrays.

As dusk descends, they bow in grace,
To the stars above, in their celestial space,
In night’s embrace, they find their rest,
Dreaming of dawn, in nature’s breast.