In a small French hotel by the Seine’s gentle flow
Lies a courtyard garden, a quiet serene tapestry
Raindrops dance on the tables, the ground
While silence embraces all in a soft sound
Umbrellas are folded, their colours subdued
Like flowers asleep in an afternoon
Tables and chairs are in a lonely ballet
Waiting patiently for the end of the rain
Yet the air is perfumed with earth’s fresh delight
Creating a place of peace in the soft evening light
Though the garden is empty, its beauty remains
A haven of quiet and calm, in the summer rain
So, here in this sanctuary by the Seine’s gentle flow
Time seems to pause, moving so so slow
As this is a magic courtyard garden where memories gather
In the heart of France where silence is its friend.