Beneath the stars, where whispers flow, A quiet garden begins to grow. Not tended by hands of strangers' praise, But nurtured in your own soft gaze. Your heart, a seed, in soil deep, Through storms and shadows, it learned to weep. Yet even in the darkest night, It sought its way toward the light. Each scar a story, each flaw a hue, A masterpiece no one else could view. You are the artist, bold and true, Painting skies of gold and blue. The mirror speaks not of the whole, For beauty lies within your soul. A voice, a dream, a spark of fire, The essence of your heart’s desire. So love the you that's yet to heal, And love the strength you daily feel. Embrace the path, both smooth and rough, For just being you is more than enough. In your reflection, find your grace, A universe within your space. Let’s bloom from within, let’s thrive and rise, A garden of love beneath our skies.