Petals once delicate, now wither and fade, A beauty born of sunshine, wilting in the shade. The unfolding bloom, a promise unkept, A life cut short, a future slept. In its fragility, a story's told, Of dreams that bloomed, then withered cold. The scent of hope, now lost to air, Leaves only sorrow, beyond repair. The bloom's brief dance, a fleeting glance, A beauty lost, a memory's trance.