Amidst the garden, where whispers blend,
Soft petals of roses, their tales they send.
In hues of crimson, and blush of dawn,
They speak of love, in silent song.

Their fragrance dances, on twilight’s breeze,
Memories of summer, and autumn leaves.
Each thorn a guardian, of stories past,
In the heart of the garden, their roots are cast.

Sunlight kisses, the morning dew,
Awakening dreams, both old and new.
In every bloom, a secret lies,
Whispered by the roses, beneath the skies.

Eternal beauty, in nature’s art,
Roses whisper, to the soul and heart.
In their presence, time stands still,
The garden’s whispers, forever will.