The garden is alive, A riot of color and scent, Bees hum their sweet tune, As butterflies float like leaves.

Each bloom tells a story, Of sunlight and rain, Of hope and rebirth, In the warm embrace of earth.

I kneel among the petals, Feeling the pulse of life, In every inch of soil, A promise lingered on the breeze, As nature wraps me in her wisdom.

• Richard Wright