In gardens kissed by morning's light,
Where colors blend and dreams take flight,
Blossoms whisper secrets of the heart,
A language ancient, an exquisite art.

Petals soft as a lover's touch,
Each hue a sentiment, a feeling as such,
In fragrant verses, emotions unfurl,
Nature's poetry, a cherished pearl.

In joy, they dance with grace and glee,
In sorrow, they weep, a mournful plea,
Their fragrance lingers, memories bloom,
Connecting souls in nature's grand room.

In rituals sacred, they play their part,
Binding lives, where love does start,
From weddings' blooms to final adieu,
These silent messengers, forever true.

So heed the blooming fables they share,
For in their beauty, we find a prayer,
A testament to human hearts' devotion,
In nature's grand, eternal emotion.
© Airaa