In a garden bright, where the sunbeams play,
A rose blooms softly, greeting the day.
Its petals like velvet, in hues of red,
Whispering secrets that nature had spread.
With dewdrops like diamonds, it stands so tall,
A symbol of love, enchanting us all.
Each fragrant breath carries stories untold,
Of warmth, of passion, in colors bold.
As evening descends and the stars start to glow,
The rose still holds beauty, in twilight’s soft flow.
In every sweet moment, its splendor bestows,
A timeless reminder — the heart always knows.
