Two birds and a flower, calm at sunset,A scene so serene, I'll never forget.
The sky's a canvas, painted in gold,Nature's beauty, a sight to behold.
The birds chirp softly, a lullaby so sweet,As they settle down, for a peaceful retreat.
The flower stands tall, in all its glory,Bathed in the warmth, of the fading story.
The breeze whispers softly, through the trees,Carrying with it, the scent of peace.
A moment in time, so pure and still,A memory to cherish, and hearts to fill.
Two birds and a flower, a simple sight,Yet a symbol of hope, in the darkest of night.A reminder to breathe, and find some calm,In a world that can sometimes feel like a storm.
