In the garden of life, blooms a flower,
Whose beauty transcends every hour,
Its petals soft as silk, yet strong,
It weathers every storm and wrong.
A symbol of love and hope it stands,
Against the darkness that commands,
Its fragrance fills the air with peace,
And grants our souls a sweet release.
Oh, flowers of life, how fleeting,
Your existence a constant greeting,
A reminder of our own mortality,
And the beauty of life's fragility.
May we cherish each moment with care,
And find solace in the love we share,
For when we too shall pass away,
May our memory forever stay.
Thus, let us embrace life's flowers,
And savor their beauty in all hours,
For they are the precious gifts we receive,
And in their presence, we find reprieve.
