My Garden
In the cradle of dawn, my garden sighs,Soft murmurs of petals, under skies.Green tendrils stretch, in light’s gentle kiss,A canvas of nature, brimming with bliss.Tiny dewdrops, like jewels so fine,Glisten on leaves, in the morning shine.Butterflies dance, in a fluttering wave,Their wings whisper tales, of the brave.Sun’s rays filter, through leaves above,Casting shadows, in places…