In the quiet dawn, where silence reigns,
A rose unfolds, its beauty untamed.
The dew upon its velvet skin,
Whispers tales of where it’s been.

Beneath the sun’s embracing glow,
Petals dance, as breezes blow.
Their fragrance tells a story sweet,
Of love and life, where hearts meet.

As day turns to a golden hue,
The rose stands proud, in colors true.
A symbol of strength, in fragile grace,
A gentle smile on nature’s face.

When evening calls the stars to shine,
The rose still blooms, a sign divine.
In its presence, time stands still,
A testament to beauty’s will.