Beneath the gentle sunlit sky,
The leaves whisper secrets of time gone by.
Each rustling sound a tale retold,
Of summers warm and winters cold.

Roots dive deep into the earth’s embrace,
Holding stories of growth, a silent grace.
They sing of rain and morning dew,
Of strength unseen, yet always true.

Buds unfold with a vibrant dream,
Promising life in a gentle gleam.
Each petal a canvas, soft and bright,
Painting the world with colors of light.

In gardens where nature’s wonders play,
Plants weave their magic every day.
A tapestry of life, ever so grand,
Rooted in soil, yet touching the land.