Oil 18” x 18”

Amidst the wild embrace of green, The White Cosmos stand serene, Dancing with the autumn's song, In the garden where they belong.

Golden hues of season's shift, Nature's palette begins to lift, The cosmos, in their purest white, Glow luminously, so bright.

Each petal tells a tale of time, A rhythm, a season, a subtle rhyme, In the wild garden they proudly stand, A testament to The Gardner’s hand.