Whispers of the Garden

In the quiet garden, under the sky so blue,

Stands a little tree with a twisted trunk,

Leaves whisper stories of the breeze,

A symbol of peace and gentle grace.

Every leaf a dream, every branch a song,

Nature’s artwork, beautiful and strong.

In this peaceful corner, time slows down,

Here, the heart finds its silent sound.

Oh, little tree, stand tall and free,

Your beauty’s a song in this melody.

Guardian of the garden, so pure and bright,

You’re the whisper of hope in the soft sunlight.

From roots hidden deep, you rise anew,

A dance of life, a vibrant hue.

Through seasons come and go,

Your quiet strength gently shows.

In the hush of the evening, under the glow,

This tree tells a tale only hearts know.