Amidst the garden’s silent breath,
Where roses bloom and fade to rest,
Life dances on the edge of death,
In petals’ grace, our souls are blessed.

With every fragrant, fleeting sigh,
The daisies nod to time’s embrace,
Yet in their fall, they softly cry,
Of beauty’s end, and love’s trace.

Lilies stand in solemn rows,
Their purity a gentle plea,
In death’s shadow, their secret grows,
A whispered hymn of eternity.

Among the blooms, our hearts find peace,
In cycles spun by nature’s hand,
For life’s sweet song will never cease,
In flowers’ dance, we understand.