Epitaph to Flowers in Art

Here lie the petals, once bold and bright,
Captured in pigment, frozen in light.
Their colors whispered of love and decay,
Blooming eternal, yet fading away.

A brush once breathed their fleeting grace,
A hand once traced their soft embrace.
In canvas and marble, they sought to remain,
But beauty, like seasons, must wane.



Though time may steal their fragrant hue,
In art, dear flowers, we remember you.