The Gardens of Memory
Within the Gardens of Memory
The roses bloom in shades of gold,
Their petals soft, their stories old.
Each fragrance whispers days gone by,
Beneath the ever-changing sky.
Where Time Dances Softly
The willows sigh with tender grace,
Their branches weave a warm embrace.
A path of dreams, both lost and found,
Lies softly on this hallowed ground.