In the garden where whispers flow,
A rose begins its tender show.
Petals soft as morning dew,
Embracing life in colors true.
Beneath the sun’s gentle embrace,
A dance of time in fragrant grace.
Each thorn a tale of strength and fight,
A journey wrapped in red and white.
The breeze carries secrets untold,
Of love and dreams in petals bold.
As shadows play in sunlightâs glow,
The rose stands tall, a timeless show.
When daylight fades and stars appear,
The rose whispers, “I am here.”
In every bloom, a silent plea,
To find the beauty we cannot see.