The Rose's Story

A rose, so soft and tender
Its petals like velvet, surrender
To the gentle caress of the breeze
Dancing gracefully with such ease

Its vibrant hues, a sight to behold
A symbol of love, so pure and bold
Yet beneath its beauty, lies a fragility
A story of life, of love and mortality

For a rose's journey is short but sweet
Its life, a cycle of growth and defeat
It starts to grow, From a tiny seed
Into a bud, it begins to show

Slowly it unfurls, revealing its grace
Its petals unfolding, with gentle pace
Each layer a new chapter, a new story
Of love, of loss, of hope, and glory

The morning dew, a diamond-like kiss
Glistening on petals, that cannot resist
The warmth of the sun, as it rises high
Bathing the rose, in a golden sky

But as the day fades into night
The rose's beauty begins to take flight
Its petals, now fragile, begin to fall
Its story ending, as it surrenders all

Yet even in its final breath
The rose, a symbol of love and depth
Its beauty, its fragility, its tale
A reminder of life's fleeting trail.