In the hush of dawn, where shadows fade,
A rose awakens, in the glade,
It stretches forth, its petals wide,
Embracing light, with gentle pride.

The morning dew, a tender kiss,
Bestows upon the rose such bliss,
A symphony of nature’s grace,
Reflected in its crimson face.

With every breeze, it sways and bends,
In harmony, with nature’s trends,
Each petal whispers, soft and low,
A tale of love, in every glow.

As daylight fades, and night descends,
The rose’s beauty never ends,
It dreams beneath the starry skies,
Awaiting dawn, to once more rise.