The rose in the garden stands
With petals once bright, now pale.
Time whispers through the lands,
Telling tales of the frail.

Once kissed by the morning dew,
Now sighs in the evening’s breath.
Its colors fade from view,
A dance towards silent death.

In the shadow of the moon,
It bows to the night’s embrace,
Mourning a youthful tune,
In the quiet, empty space.

Yet the scent lingers on,
A memory sweet, yet torn.
In the heart, it’s never gone,
Though the petals are forlorn.

Annotation: This poem reflects on the passage of time and the inevitable fading of beauty, symbolized by the withered rose. It captures a sense of loss and memory, echoing the themes of enduring love and remembrance.