A single bloom in quiet grows
Where sunlight fades and no one knows
Its petals soft its fragrance shy
A fleeting gift beneath the sky
The years dissolve like morning mist
Yet in each moment life persists
A touch a glance a whispered name
Each thread of time remains the same
Through memorys veil the garden stays
A mirror to forgotten days
The blooms may fade the stems may fall
But echoes linger holding all
So treasure now the fragile bloom
Its beauty shines through endless gloom
For in its stillness lies the key
To what was is and yet will be