Lyric

Rows of branches open to a softer sky

Petals make a faint and steady scattering

The road rounds out into a calmer plane

We find the place where motion meets its ending

At the canopy the light reshapes the view

White drifts like a pledge that does not demand

We stand with less to carry than before

The last of petals fall as we expand

Open the arc and feel the reach of light

Fold the falling pieces into a single breath

Step into the quieter room ahead

Lamps take up the dusk with patient hands

Petals line the border like a careful seam

Footsteps slow until they match the ground

The hour blooms and keeps a softer theme

At the canopy the light reshapes the view

White drifts like a pledge that does not demand

We stand with less to carry than before

The last of petals fall as we expand

Release the gathered weight into the night

Settle the shoulders and let the field lie calm

Remain until the space accepts the end

All the lines we've walked begin to map a whole

Petals fold like pages and return to scroll

Beneath the thinning bloom we stand and move

Complete enough to carry on