DREAMS

A Garden of Dreams 🌷

Sheryl Banico
3 min readSep 26, 2024
Photo by Aleksandra Sapozhnikova on Unsplash

In the heart of a tranquil grove,
A garden blooms where dreams unfold,
Petals whisper secrets soft and low,
Each flower a tale waiting to be told

Sunflowers stretch toward the sun,
Golden faces bright with hope,
They thrive on laughter, warmth, and light,
Reminders that joy helps us cope

Violets bloom in shadows deep,
Quiet whispers of love’s embrace,
Nurtured by patience and gentle tears,
They remind us of life’s tender grace

Roses burst with vibrant red,
Passion’s fire in every thorn,
Careful hands tend to their blooms,
For beauty often emerges from scorn

Lilies rise in elegance pure,
Symbols of peace and inner calm,
Rooted in water, they drift and sway,
Finding balance, a soothing balm

Daisies dance in playful cheer,
Dreams of childhood and carefree days,
They flourish in meadows, wild and free,
With each new dawn, they find new ways

Orchids stand in exotic flair,
Representing ambition, daring, and drive,
They bloom in the shadows, seeking the light,
A reminder that dreams can thrive

In this garden, each flower grows,
With care and love, their roots entwine,
A tapestry woven of hopes and wishes,
A sanctuary where aspirations shine

As seasons shift and petals fall,
New dreams will take their place in time,
For every end is just a start,
In the garden where we nurture the sublime

Jasmine scents the evening air,
Whispers of romance, soft and sweet,
Their delicate blooms in moonlit glow,
Encourage hearts to gently meet

Cacti stand with steadfast pride,
Resilient in the harshest clime,
With spines that guard their tender core,
They teach us strength can bloom in time

Lavender fields stretch far and wide,
With calming hues of purple grace,
Their fragrance lulls the restless mind,
Creating a peaceful, sacred space

Buttercups shimmer like drops of gold,
Youthful dreams that sparkle bright,
In fields of laughter, they sway and twirl,
Celebrating the joy of pure delight

Maples whisper in autumn’s chill,
As leaves turn crimson, gold, and rust,
Each season brings its own kind of change,
Teaching us to embrace the trust

Dandelions rise from cracks in stone,
Defiant in their quest to thrive,
With every seed that takes to the wind,
They show us how to dream and strive

Perennials return year after year,
A promise that hope will never fade,
In this garden of dreams, we plant our hearts,
With every choice, new paths are made

Cultivate your dreams, let your spirit bloom

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Sheryl Banico
Sheryl Banico

Written by Sheryl Banico

Passionate storyteller exploring the intersections of life, love, and personal growth. Sharing insights and reflections to inspire connection and authenticity.

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