In the hush of dawn, petals softly unfurl,Blush-pink whispers in the cool morning air.Each blossom a dream in a fleeting swirl,Graceful as they dance, delicate and rare.Beneath their canopy, shadows gently play,A tapestry of light woven through leaves.The world pauses in this fleeting ballet,As time momentarily forgets to grieve.Gentle breezes cradle their fragile forms,In a symphony of rustling sighs.Nature’s artistry in its purest norms,A fleeting beauty that never truly dies.As day fades to dusk, their whispers remain,Etched in the heart like a tender refrain.A reminder of life’s brief, precious refrain,In every petal, joy and sorrow entwine.