In the garden of time, a rose blooms bright,
Each petal unfurls in the morning light.
Soft whispers of hope, in colors arrayed,
Reflecting life’s journey, in every shade.

Thorns guard its beauty, a silent plea,
Echoes of struggle, in nature’s decree.
Yet amidst the trials, it stands so proud,
A testament to life, beneath the shroud.

Seasons change, and petals fall,
A cycle of life, embracing all.
Through storms and sun, it learns to thrive,
In every moment, it feels alive.

So let the rose be our guiding star,
In the tapestry of life, near and far.
For in its beauty, we find our might,
A symbol of resilience, in the darkest night.