In the quiet dawn, where shadows blend,
A rose awakens, its petals extend.
Soft whispers of crimson, in morning’s light,
Paint the garden with hues so bright.

Dew-kissed leaves reveal nature’s grace,
Each bloom a story, each thorn a trace.
The fragrance spreads, a gentle embrace,
In every corner, it finds its place.

Under the sun’s tender, golden rays,
Roses dance in a delicate maze.
Their beauty speaks in silent praise,
As time flows in mysterious ways.

Through seasons, they stand tall and proud,
A symphony of colors, never loud.
The whisper of roses, soft but clear,
Tells a tale that all hearts hold dear.