In the garden, petals open, Colors swirling in midair, Bees hum in a soft choir, Fluttering near blooms with care. A whisper of spring caressing The earth waking from winter’s hold, Every bud sings a promise, A tale of beauty, bold.

Here lies the cradle of life, Where the garden blooms eternal,- In the symphony of the wild, Nature’s song is universal.

• Julian Tuwim