In the quiet garden, where shadows lie,
Petals whisper secrets to the sky.
Colors fade in the gentle breeze,
As flowers bow with subtle ease.

Life and death waltz in fragrant air,
A dance of beauty, fleeting and rare.
Blossoms bloom in vibrant hues,
Yet soon they fall, as time pursues.

Amidst the silence, echoes remain,
Of petals falling like gentle rain.
Nature’s cycle, in solemn grace,
Where life and death find their place.

In this garden, where whispers blend,
Blooming and resting, in harmony mend.
A serene reminder, tender and deep,
Of beauty’s essence, both to wake and sleep.