In the garden
Words and images by Derick Daily
In the garden, life whispers low,
Where time's fleeting dance is both friend and foe.
Leaves echo tales of the seasons swiftness,
In a silent ballet, their souls listless.
Where time's fleeting dance is both friend and foe.
Leaves echo tales of the seasons swiftness,
In a silent ballet, their souls listless.
Green tendrils stretch, seeking the sun,
A race against time, never to be won.
Blooms of beauty, briefly in sight,
Fading away, like day into night.
A race against time, never to be won.
Blooms of beauty, briefly in sight,
Fading away, like day into night.
Here, life's delicate balance is spun,
A reminder that all under the sun,
Is transient, a moment's bright spark,
Gone in an instant, leaving the dark.
A reminder that all under the sun,
Is transient, a moment's bright spark,
Gone in an instant, leaving the dark.
In this quiet place, we ponder and see,
The fragile thread of our mortality.
Each petal, each leaf, in its gentle decay,
Speaks of life's brevity in poignant display.
The fragile thread of our mortality.
Each petal, each leaf, in its gentle decay,
Speaks of life's brevity in poignant display.
Fin.