In the garden where whispers bloom, Underneath the silver moon, Tim, my friend, your spirit sings, A gentle wind with angel wings.
Eyes that hold the depth of night, Twinkling stars within their light, Your laughter, like a river's song, Echoes love, both pure and strong.
With every step, a dance we weave, In dreams where magic we believe, Hand in hand through time we roam, In your presence, I find home.