Silent Garden

In the garden, silence blooms,
Soft as whispers in empty rooms.
Petals shimmer with hidden rain,
Echoes of joy, echoes of pain.

The roses lean with gentle pride,
Shadows linger, yet can’t hide.
A breeze arrives to stir the leaves,
A tender truth the heart believes.
Seasons pass, yet roots remain,
Strength is born from fleeting rain.
In every bud, a story lies,
Of gentle earth and open skies.
Here in silence, souls find rest,
The garden holds what words confess.