The roses hush, the world bows low,
It yields before your gentle glow.
Each petal falls, each silence stays,
To guard your light through endless days.

The ivy climbs where twilight glows,
It learns the path your spirit shows.
The wall grows soft, the night turns mild,
Embracing beauty’s gentle child.

The roses hush, the stars lean near,
They long to keep your presence here.
The moonlight bends, the silence stays,
To honor you in countless ways.