The roses hush, the stars obey,
They fold their shine to mark your way.
The world grows still, the night turns mild,
Before the earth’s most radiant child.

The stones recall forgotten years,
Yet lose their weight, dissolve their fears.
For beauty writes where time decays,
And weaves a dawn from shadowed days.

The roses hush, the breezes hide,
They spread your grace on every side.
Each whisper grows, each silence bends,
To keep your flame that never ends.