In gardens draped with twilight's hue,
A wisteria whispers, dreams anew.
With petals soft, in purple grace,
It paints the sky, a fleeting embrace.
Beneath its boughs, where shadows dance,
The scent of spring, a sweet romance.
In whispers soft, its stories bloom,
A tapestry of beauty, in violet's gloom.
In every petal, a tale untold,
Of ancient lands, and dreams of old.
So let us linger, 'neath its sway,
And let the wisteria lead the way.












