My Poetry. The Garden’s sacred Symphony.

A symphony of colours, a dance of delight,
This enchanting garden, a truly wondrous sight.
Amidst the emerald sea, the blossoms unfurl,
Each perfect petal a canvas, a vibrant story to twirl.

Roses of passion in crimson embrace,
Lilies of purity, white as the moon's grace.
Daffodils, like brilliant sunshine, golden and bright,
Daisies like captured stars, sparkling in the light.
Tulips reaching upward, in joyful, high cheer,
Their melodies of sweet scent whispering near.

The ancient trees stand tall, like silent guardians wise,
Their countless branches forming a verdant disguise.
Leaves rustle gently, as if they know,
The soft secrets whispered in the winds that softly blow.
Butterflies waltz, and busy bees softly hum,
Nature's grand orchestra, a harmonious, perfect sum.
Hummingbirds flutter, sipping morning dew,
Their tiny wings a swift blur, as they bid adieu.

In this sacred, living garden, time slows its flight,
Where worries fully dissolve, bathed in the twilight.
Here, troubles recede, and all burdens take flight,
An oasis of total peace, in the day or the night.
And in this garden, every heart finds sweet reprieve,
A vital chance to heal, a moment to truly believe.

For in every single blossom, a clear promise is seen,
That life is a cycle, forever flowing and serenely keen.
So let us wander through this paradise fair,
With each careful step, deeply inhaling the scented air.
In the tapestry of vibrant life, let us be a part,
Of the garden's infinite grace, a pure work of art.