In the hush of dawn, the garden wakes,
With whispers soft, the earth it shakes,
Green tendrils stretch toward morning light,
In a dance of life, so pure, so bright.
With whispers soft, the earth it shakes,
Green tendrils stretch toward morning light,
In a dance of life, so pure, so bright.
Roots delve deep in soil’s embrace,
Seeking sustenance in that sacred place,
Leaves unfurl like pages of a tome,
Each vein a story, each bud a home.
Seeking sustenance in that sacred place,
Leaves unfurl like pages of a tome,
Each vein a story, each bud a home.
Sunlight weaves through canopies wide,
Kissing petals that blush with pride,
A symphony of colors, bold and grand,
Crafted by nature's gentle hand.
Kissing petals that blush with pride,
A symphony of colors, bold and grand,
Crafted by nature's gentle hand.
Raindrops fall like a lover’s sigh,
Quenching the thirst of those that lie,
In fields of green, in forests old,
Where stories of time are quietly told.
Quenching the thirst of those that lie,
In fields of green, in forests old,
Where stories of time are quietly told.
Each plant a keeper of ancient lore,
A witness to what came before,
From seed to bloom, from bloom to seed,
The cycle of life, the gardener’s creed.
A witness to what came before,
From seed to bloom, from bloom to seed,
The cycle of life, the gardener’s creed.
In every leaf, in every vine,
A touch of the divine does shine,
For in the heart of every flower,
Lies nature’s beauty, raw in power.
A touch of the divine does shine,
For in the heart of every flower,
Lies nature’s beauty, raw in power.
So tend your garden with tender care,
For within its bounds, life’s secrets are there,
In the silent growth, in the bloom's bright hue,
The soul of the earth is revealed to you.
For within its bounds, life’s secrets are there,
In the silent growth, in the bloom's bright hue,
The soul of the earth is revealed to you.
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