In gardens rich with shadows, where dreams weave,
I stroll beneath the fragrant, leafy hues;
The scents of jasmine linger, and believe—
Each bloom holds stories whispered in the blues.

Let nature’s wealth enwrap me like a shroud,
With every step, I leave behind the noise;
In silence found, I breathe the peace unclouded,
And in my heart, the echo of her joys.

• Charlotte Smith