In a garden where the wildflowers bloom,
Amidst the whispers of the evening's loom,
The sun dips low, painting skies in gold,
Each petal a secret, each story untold.
Breezes carry laughter from the trees,
While shadows dance gently, swaying with ease,
A symphony of crickets plays the night,
As stars twinkle softly, a celestial light.
The moon, a guardian, watches from above,
Casting silver beams like a tender glove,
And in this moment, the world feels so small,
Time melts away, losing strength in its thrall.
For here in the twilight, all worries can fade,
Each heartbeat a rhythm, each breath serenade,
With the heart of the earth, we find our own song,
In the stillness of night, we know we belong.