In the quiet garden where shadows play,Flowers bloom softly, in a silent display.Their colors vibrant, yet touched by the night,A dance of life amidst the fading light.

Roses of red, with thorns that protect,Guard secrets of the souls they respect.Their fragrance lingers, sweet and profound,In the stillness where echoes resound.

Lilies of white, pure as the dawn,Stand as sentinels for the ones now gone.Each petal whispers stories untold,Of love, of loss, in the earth they hold.

Daisies and violets, gentle and small,Weave a tapestry on nature’s wall.In this realm where life and death entwine,Flowers tell tales of the divine.