The stones once still now softly shine,
Reflecting light that once was thine.
Their silence breaks, their weight is gone,
Awakened by your gentle dawn.

The ivy sways, the dusk turns warm,
It bows before your shining form.
The night forgets its ancient call,
And beauty rises over all.

The roses hush, the stars lean near,
They whisper just to keep you here.
The winds retreat, the silence stays,
To crown your soul with silver rays.