On the way to the fragrant garden, Pathways twist under arching trees, Yonder, a glimpse of flowers in motion, Their vivid palette paints a warm embrace.

In gentle solitude, one can breathe, Nature’s breath entwining with thought, Every petal a fragile lighthouse, Guiding hearts lost in the stormy seas.

While the sun jealously hugs the horizon, Casting shadows that stretch and sigh, Life awakens in the fervent dusk, A painting by fingers of the divine.

• Giorgio de Chirico