In the garden of eternal rest, blooms whisper
Petals unfurl in the shadow of dusk’s sigh
Each flower a tale of life, now a shimmer
In the quiet of night, they softly lie

Death wanders through rows of fragrant dreams
Harvesting memories in tender care
Beneath the moon’s eternal beams
Flowers yield to the silent air

In the twilight, hues of life fade slow
Colors blend with the earth’s embrace
As shadows stretch, the winds gently blow
Carrying whispers of a final grace

Yet in death, the garden’s beauty stays
A testament to life’s fleeting dance
Flowers rest in their eternal phase
In death’s arms, they find their trance