The roses hush, the night leans near,
It aches to keep your spirit here.
The winds grow shy, the silence bends,
To guard the flame that never ends.

The stones once cold now start to glow,
They hum the songs they used to know.
Their silence fades, their stillness breaks,
With every step your presence makes.

The ivy sways, the dusk turns kind,
It yields before your radiant mind.
The shadows fall, the night grows mild,
To crown the earth’s most gentle child.