Arabella

The garden of Arabella

In the heart of woodland's grace, where shadows dance,
A tapestry of green, a tranquil trance.
The forest whispers secrets to the breeze,
Where sunlight filters through the canopy of trees.

Moss-covered stones, adorned in emerald hue,
Beneath the gentle footsteps, where dreams renew.
Beneath the arching boughs, a haven fair,
Where woodland creatures play without a care.

Their fragrance fills the air, a sweet perfume,
As nature weaves her magic, in the forest's bloom.
Through dappled sunlight, paths meander on,
Inviting wanderers to journey along.

Birds sing melodies, their notes so clear,
Echoing through the woods, dispelling fear.
A carpet of wildflowers, vibrant and bold,
In hues of crimson, purple, and gold.