With whispers soft, the earth it shakes,
Green tendrils stretch toward morning light,
In a dance of life, so pure, so bright.
Seeking sustenance in that sacred place,
Leaves unfurl like pages of a tome,
Each vein a story, each bud a home.
Kissing petals that blush with pride,
A symphony of colors, bold and grand,
Crafted by nature's gentle hand.
Quenching the thirst of those that lie,
In fields of green, in forests old,
Where stories of time are quietly told.
A witness to what came before,
From seed to bloom, from bloom to seed,
The cycle of life, the gardener’s creed.
A touch of the divine does shine,
For in the heart of every flower,
Lies nature’s beauty, raw in power.
For within its bounds, life’s secrets are there,
In the silent growth, in the bloom's bright hue,
The soul of the earth is revealed to you.