Blossoms of Memory

In gardens where the old trees weep,

Amidst the leaves, the flowers sleep.

A gentle breeze revives the past,

As petals fall and memories last.

Each bloom a thought, a fleeting grace,

In twilight's glow, their soft embrace.

Unfurling tales of joy and woe,

Through nature's heart, we come to know.

The fleeting years, the whispered sighs,

Reflected in the azure skies.

With each new spring, life's dance renews,

Embracing light, in diverse hues.

In blossoms bright, our truths reside,

The echo of the souls who've died.

In every bloom, a story told,

Of love reaped and dreams of old.