Whispers of the Garden

In the garden where the shadows play, Beneath the sun's warm, golden ray, The flowers dance in the colours bright, Whispering secrets, pure delight. A gentle breeze begins to sigh, As birds take wing and soar on high, The trees stand tall, there leaves a-glow. In the nature's arms, times seem to flow. At dusk, the stars begin to gleam, And night unfolds like a soft dream. In the serene, enchanted space, The heart finds peace, a warm embrace.