Sweet roses scent the midnight air,
The waves of joy make people stare.
The vines grow quickly, twisting her heart,
Two lovers hope that they shall never part.
Autumn leaves shine gently red and gold,
It is a time to think, to stare, to know,
How swift the fragrance of life grows old.

The garden is her haven, her shelter and retreat,
The soil is cold and dry beneath her weathered feet.
Her life is full of meaning, yet her heart is of regret,
The pains that she endured are those she can’t forget.
And when the leaves are wrinkled and start to crumble in her hand,
She will feel her spirit leaving, through her fingers flows the sand.

She feels her life has no meaning, that her time is almost near,
That she is all alone, and loneliness is all she has to fear.
But when her daughter takes those fingers,
Of such tenderness and plight.
In her eyes, her soul still lingers,
And all is left is just a fight.