The flowers in the garden, Are a dance of colors bright, Each petal a whisper, Of secrets in the light.
Nature sings in Beauty’s arms, Her laughter in the breeze, As shadows stretch with evening’s sigh, And twilight’s calm appease.
- Hermann Hesse
The flowers in the garden, Are a dance of colors bright, Each petal a whisper, Of secrets in the light.
Nature sings in Beauty’s arms, Her laughter in the breeze, As shadows stretch with evening’s sigh, And twilight’s calm appease.