Beneath the sun’s soft golden glow,
A secret garden dares to grow.
Petals whisper in gentle breeze,
Dancing lightly among the trees.
Roses blush with morning dew,
Lavender hums a purple hue.
Bees hum songs of work and play,
While shadows stretch and melt away.
Paths of stone and winding vine,
Lead the heart to pause, to shine.
In this garden, time stands still,
And every breath renews the will.
The Garden
