In a garden where whispers flow,
The roses bloom with a gentle glow.
Each petal tells a tale of grace,
Painting beauty in every place.
Morning dew on crimson leaves,
Reflects the dawn that gently weaves.
A tapestry of colors bright,
Dancing softly in the light.
Thorns may guard their fragile hearts,
Yet love in every form imparts.
A lesson in both strength and care,
In this fragrant, tranquil lair.
As evening casts its shadow long,
The roses hum a silent song.
A serenade to stars above,
A symbol of enduring love.