In the garden where silence reigns,
Roses bloom with whispered grace,
Petals soft as morning dew,
A gentle touch, a world anew.

Sunlight dances on their leaves,
Casting shadows, weaving dreams,
Fragrance lingers in the air,
A tender promise, sweet and fair.

Time stands still in rosy glades,
Where colors blend and softly fade,
Each blossom tells a story old,
Of love and loss, of warmth and cold.

Beneath the sky, they gently sway,
In harmony, they greet the day,
Silent whispers, secrets shared,
In the garden, hearts are bared.