In the quiet of the garden fair, Where roses bloom and scents declare, A tapestry of colors bright, Invites the heart to pure delight.

Each petal soft, each leaf so green, A harmony, a tranquil scene; Among the bees that buzz and hum, A life replenished, ever come.

So let us walk, hand in hand, In nature’s gentle, loving land; With every step, our hearts entwined, In this sweet solace, peace we find.

• Elizabeth Barrett Browning