In the garden where secrets lie,
A rose blooms under the sky,
Petals soft as whispered dreams,
In sunlight’s tender, golden gleams.

Through storms and rains, it stands tall,
A symbol of beauty, amidst it all,
Thorns that guard its fragile grace,
A warrior in nature’s embrace.

Each petal holds a story untold,
Of love and loss, of hearts bold,
In its fragrance, memories reside,
A timeless dance, where emotions collide.

As twilight falls, the rose remains,
A beacon through joy and pains,
Whispering tales to the moonlit night,
A testament to life’s endless flight.