On a soft spring morning,
beneath a silver-threaded sky,
Princess Catherine stepped into history,
her hands cradling a bouquet—
not grand, but graceful,
not loud, but lingering.

A dainty clutch of blooms,
woven with quiet meaning:
Lily of the Valley—
pure, delicate, fragrant—
whispers of sweetness and devotion.

Hyacinths nestled near,
offering their gentle scent,
a breath of early spring
and tender remembrance.