Whispers of the Wind

In a corner of the world so quaint,

Where blossoms whisper and trees do paint,

Stands a meadow, pure and free,

Where garden flags dance in glee.

Stitched with care, each thread a tale,

Of love, of hope, of a ship’s sail.

In the morning light, they wave hello,

To the chirping birds and the flowers below.

Spring unfurls its vibrant hues,

And flags flutter, shedding the morning dews.

Petals of roses, tulips in bloom,

The flags reflect nature’s colorful plume.

With summer’s breath, warm and light,

They play in the golden, gentle night.

Under stars, they whisper dreams,

Of sunlit days and moonlit streams.

Autumn arrives with a gentle sigh,

Painting the world in colors that fly.

The flags now wear their autumn best,

Cloaked in amber, a season’s fest.

Winter whispers, soft and cold,

Stories of snowflakes, silent and bold.

Yet the garden flags, undeterred,

Stand tall, their spirits never blurred.

They tell of gardens, both wild and tame,

Of hearts entwined in nature’s frame.

Through seasons' dance, they remain,

Symbols of joy, in sunshine and rain.

O flags of the garden, simple and bright,

You carry our dreams, take flight.

With every breeze, a tale you send,

In the garden, where stories blend.

In a place where time seems to pause,

Where nature's wonders draw applause,

Garden flags wave, in peace they reside,

Silent keepers of dreams worldwide.