The gate creaks open, sun spills through the trees,
A gentle breeze whispers secrets on the breeze.
A symphony of colors greets the eye,
Where emerald leaves dance beneath the sky.

Ruby roses climb a weathered, wooden frame,
Each perfect petal murmuring a silent name.
Lavender's perfume hangs upon the air,
As buzzing bees collect their golden share.

A robin sings a sweet...