Amidst the garden’s gentle grace, roses bloom,Petals whisper secrets of life’s tender loom.The morning dew, a mirror to our tears,Reflects the beauty woven through the years.Beneath the sun, their colors softly glow,Each hue a tale of journeys we must know.Thorns, though sharp, protect the fragile core,Reminders of the strength we all implore.The fragrance lingers in the evening breeze,A memory of moments meant to seize.In every bloom, a story yet untold,Of love and loss, of courage brave and bold.As seasons change, the roses still remain,A symbol of the joy and gentle pain.Life’s garden teaches as its flowers thrive,Through every rose, we learn to truly live.