in the garden of time

A single petal falls—
time whispers through the trees.

Roots entwine with ancient secrets,
leaves rustle with stories untold.

The sun arcs, painting hours
in hues of ever-changing light.

A bird's song fractures the silence,
melodies woven with threads of now.

Shadows dance to the rhythm of the earth,
a silent ballet beneath the moon's soft gaze.

In the garden of time,
every moment blooms—
a universe in a grain of sand.