In a Garden, Hushed and Still

In a Garden, hushed and still,

Where the dew clings to the daffodil,

Secrets whispered by the breeze,

Tales unfold amidst the trees.

A robin red, with a chest so bright,

Sings a song in the fading light,

Nature’s Choir in the Twilight sings,

In the realm where silence rings.

The moon ascends, a ghostly sphere,

Casting shadows, far and near,

Stars, like diamonds, in the sky,

Whisper secrets from on high.

Here, in this realm where legends dwell,

Stories of magic silently swell.

In this garden, where time stands still,

Dreams and wonders the air do fill.

In this place of dreams and lore,

Time stands still, forevermore,

In a garden, hushed and still,

Magic lingers, and always will.