Through cycles unending, the seed must first fall, To embrace the dark earth, and answer its call. Seven petals unfurl, in shades of bright growth, Each a stage of Unveiling, a sacred, true troth.
From the silence of void, to the vibrant new light, We witness the turning, from darkness to bright. Embrace the renewal, the shedding of form, For in death's gentle embrace, new life takes the storm.