A flower blooms beneath the morning light,

Her petals soft, her colors bright and true,

She dances gently through the fading night,

And paints the sky a glowing, rosy hue.

The world awakens as she lifts her head,

Her laughter ringing through the waking dawn,

And though the shadows try to turn and spread,

Her joy remains, though darkness may be drawn.

But time, it flies, and flowers fade away,

Their petals lost to winds both fierce and wild,

Yet still, her beauty lives another day,

In memory, forever sweet and mild.

For though she’s gone, her fragrance lingers on,

In every breeze, in every burst of song.