Among the petals, soft and bright,
Lies a tale of day and night,
Where flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
And death whispers in silent blues.

Roses red with life’s embrace,
Daisies white in purest grace,
Yet shadows linger, dark and cold,
Telling stories yet untold.

Tulips stand with heads held high,
Beneath the ever-changing sky,
But in their roots, a secret lies,
The cycle of life, where everything dies.

Lilies mourn in quiet fields,
With a beauty that time reveals,
For every bloom must one day fall,
In death’s gentle, eternal call.