Grace In Bloom

The rain has passed, the earth's reborn,

With tender shoots that greet the morn

The sun, with golden warmth and light,

Lifts the mist from night’s long flight

Sweet scents of jasmine fill the breeze,

That gently sways the rustling trees.

It carries songs from birds on high,

Whose melodies could warm the sky

Dewdrops glisten on petals new,

Reflecting hues of vibrant blue.

A gentle laughter floats on air,

As if the flowers laughed with care

The grass bends low as footsteps fall,

A trace of grace, so light and small.

An innocence that softly treads,

Leaving warmth where once it spread

Though we never see her face,

Her presence fills this quiet place.

A gentle charm in every breeze,

A sense of peace beneath the trees

And as the spring unfolds its hues,

The memories linger, clear and true

An echo of a voice so sweet,

A whisper that our hearts repeat.

In the memory of her...