In the silent embrace of the moon’s soft glow,
Roses whisper secrets only the night can know.
Petals unfold like dreams in the twilight,
Painting the garden with hues of serene delight.

Under the stars, their fragrance dances free,
A symphony of scents that calls to me.
Each bloom a testament to nature’s art,
Stirring the soul, touching the heart.

Thorns guard their beauty with silent might,
A reminder of strength hidden in plain sight.
Yet in their presence, there’s a gentle grace,
A quiet power in every delicate trace.

As dawn approaches, the night must part,
But the memory of roses lingers in the heart.
A timeless echo of beauty and peace,
In the moonlit garden, where all worries cease.