In gardens fair, where sunlight softly gleams,
Petals dance upon the gentle breeze's tune,
Each hue and fragrance like a whispered dream,
Their beauty, radiant 'neath the crescent moon.
With delicate grace, they adorn the earth,
A symphony of colors, rich and bright,
In each unfurling, a tale of rebirth,
A fleeting moment captured in their flight.
They bloom and wither in the passing days,
Yet in their fading, hold a solemn grace,
For even as they fall in soft arrays,
Their essence lingers, time cannot efface.
In nature's canvas, petals softly sigh,
A testament to life's sweet lullaby.
