The ivy sways, the wall turns kind,
It yields before your radiant mind.
The dusk grows soft, the sky turns clear,
Whenever your bright soul is near.

The roses hush, the stars obey,
They fold their shine to mark your way.
Each shadow bends, each silence grows,
To keep the light your spirit shows.

The stones recall forgotten years,
Yet lose their cracks, dissolve their fears.
Your presence weaves where time has failed,
And beauty’s grace is still unveiled.