The Beauty of a Garden

In the stillness of the morning light,

The beauty of a garden comes to sight,

The flowers with their colors bright,

Dancing gracefully in the sunlight.

The petals soft as a feather's touch,

The fragrance that they bring is such,

A peacefulness that is hard to clutch,

A tranquil feeling, that's too much.

The leaves that sway in the gentle breeze,

The branches that are adorned with these,

The trunks that stand with such great ease,

The beauty of a garden, it does seize.

A symphony of sights and smells,

The garden a place where beauty dwells,

A place where one can hear the bells,

Of peace and calm, that one can tell.

A garden a place where one can dream,

A place that's more than what it seems,

A place that brings forth a great esteem,

The beauty of a garden, it beams.