Beneath the stars, a garden grows, Where love and nature intertwine, flows. In every bloom, a story’s told, Of dreams pursued and hearts of gold.

The gentle sigh of the evening breeze, Carries whispers among the trees. Nature’s choir sings in unison, A melody where the soul has won.

In every petal, every seed, Lies a promise of hope, a sacred creed. In this symphony of life and birth, I find my peace, my place on earth.

• Juliusz Słowacki