In the quiet whispers of the night,
Petals fall with a gentle grace,
Softly they touch the earth’s embrace,
A fleeting dance in the fading light.
Once vibrant blooms now fade away,
Their colors dim, yet beauty remains,
In the stillness, no sorrow or pains,
Just a tranquil end to a glorious day.
Amidst the shadows, life takes pause,
In the garden where silence reigns,
A symphony of lifeâs refrains,
A gentle reminder of natureâs laws.
Yet, in decay, new life finds birth,
A cycle endless, a story told,
In petals fallen, the promise of gold,
In death, whispers of renewed earth.