Wild Flowers In Quiet Graves

In quiet graves where whispering shadows tread,
Bright blossoms bloom, a tapestry of grace.
Each petal soft as words left seldom said,
A vibrant touch that time cannot erase.

Sweet marigolds recall the laughter’s song,
While lilies stand like sentinels in white,
Their fragrance mingles with the nights so long,
As memories awaken with the light.

With every dawn, their colors gently sigh,
Reminding hearts of love lost but not gone;
For in this earth where silent echoes lie,
The spirit dances softly on and on.

Though we may part beneath the endless skies,
In flowers’ blooms, our cherished past still lies.