The Garden

In shadows deep, where silence dwells, A life entwined with whispered spells, Each breath a fragile, fleeting spark, A dance with dusk within the dark. The breath of death, a constant near, A shadow whispering in the ear, Yet in this gloom, a flicker gleams— A fragile hope, a distant dream. For even in the silent night, A soul can find its guiding light, To bloom amidst the dying breath, And find the meaning in the face of death. Surrounded, yet resilient still, Life’s heartbeat echoes, fierce and free— A testament to what remains, Beyond the loss, beyond the pain.