Garden Dream In the garden where wildflowers bloom, Nature enfolds me in her fragrant loom. Petals unfurl like whispers of fate, In this sanctuary, I patiently wait.
Bumblebees dance with a buzz in the air, Each moment a treasure, precious and rare. In the brush of soft petals, I find my way, In the heart of the garden, I long to stay.
- Alexei Kruchyonykh