A White Rose

In gardens where silence sleeps,
A white rose, softly, secrets keeps.
Under moon’s gentle, watchful eye,
Its petals breathe, never shy.

In shadows where dreams may dwell,
This rose’s story, night will tell.
With stars as guides, it stands alone,
In quiet grace, its beauty shown.

Through seasons’ shift and morning dew,
It whispers not but blooms anew.
Against the storm, it holds its grace,
A symbol of peace, in life’s embrace.

In solitude, it finds its strength,
A beacon of hope, at length.
Through time’s passage, it remains pure,
A white rose, silent, yet demure.

By Emily Verse – APril 2024