In her backyard haven, ‘neath the sun’s warm gleam,
Steph tends to her garden, a tranquil dream.
Curves swaying gently, amidst blossoms bright,
She paints with flowers, in morning light.
Beneath the azure sky, her laughter sings,
As butterflies dance on delicate wings.
In this simple space, where nooks entwine,
Steph’s beauty blossoms, a sight divine.
No grandeur here, just nature’s grace,
In her backyard garden, a sacred place.
With every bloom, a story told,
Steph’s essence, radiant, pure as gold.
