In a garden where the lilies grow,

Amidst the petals, a soft breeze flows.

Stands a guardian, pure and bright,

Watching o'er the blooms by night.

With a touch as light as morning dew,

Spirits whispers secrets old and new.

It’s eyes are stars that gently gleam,

Reflecting nature’s tender dream.

The spirit of the garden is about growth! And guiding you to life decisions.
For every seed that is plant another flower can grow.
The spirit is shaped with an armor on its and has a bug traits in appears.