This is a quiet winter garden,
once lush and blooming—
now stripped to its skeletal form,
a hushed landscape steeped in stillness.

Yet within this silence, life lingers.
Every branch, every withered petal,
holds a secret reservoir of energy,
gathering strength beneath the frost.

It is not the end,
but the hush before renewal.
Botanic Elegy is not a mourning,
but a vow to return.