Amidst the morning’s gentle kiss, they bloom,
Their petals whisper secrets to the day.
In quiet grace, they shed the night’s dark gloom,
And with their colors chase the gray away.

Each rose a silent story softly told,
In hues of crimson, pink, and ivory.
They stand in splendor, proud and bold,
A testament to nature’s artistry.

The breeze that dances through their lush array,
Carries the fragrance of the dawn’s first light.
With every breath, they paint the skies of May,
And turn the morning into sheer delight.

Though fleeting is their time beneath the sun,
Their beauty lingers, etched in heart and mind.
For in their presence, all sorrows are undone,
And in their essence, peace and joy we find.