I step into the garden bright, Bathed in heaven’s golden light. Colors richer than the dawn, In endless hues, they stretch and yawn. The flowers whisper, lush and deep, In sacred beauty, here they keep Their petals kissed by breath divine, Each one a song, a holy sign. My dress, it sings, it sways, it glows, Spun from light where glory flows. Every thread, a woven praise, Dancing soft in heaven’s gaze. The streams—they shimmer, pure, alive, Each ripple breathes, each current thrives. Silver laughter, liquid grace, Winding slow in love’s embrace. No rush, no race, no fleeting day, Forever here, I’m free to stay. My Maker’s hands have shaped it all, A love so vast, so wide, so tall. Oh, this garden, ever bright, Bathed in wonder, steeped in light. I walk, I twirl, I breathe, I soar— Home at last, forevermore.