Midnight Bouquet

MIDNIGHT BOUQUET 

In the hush where stars are blooming, Silence hums a lullaby, Petals open in the gloaming, Soft against the midnight sky.

Violets cradle whispered stories,

Lilies lean with gentle grace, Each a note in fading worry, Each a light in shadow's place.

Though the world is draped in silence, And the dark feels long and wide, There are roots that grow through stillness, There is life the dusk can't hide.

Hope is not a roaring thunder—

It's a stem that won't let go, A bouquet born out of slumber, In the garden none yet know.

Take this gift: a quiet promise, Not of endings, but of stay -

For even night prepares with kindness

All the colors of the day.