In the quiet garden where roses bloom,
The morning sun kisses each tender face.
Dewdrops cling to petals, a gentle perfume,
Whispering secrets in a soft embrace.

Their colors blend with the rising dawn,
Crimson, ivory, a tapestry of hues.
Each rose a story, a life reborn,
In the dance of petals, dreams renew.

The afternoon sun casts a golden glow,
Shadows play in the warm summer breeze.
Roses sway gently, a delicate show,
A symphony of nature’s gentle tease.

As dusk descends with a velvet touch,
The garden whispers a lullaby sweet.
Roses fold softly, they’ve given so much,
In the moonlit night, their beauty complete.