Sigh of the Withering Rose
In gardens once full of splendor,
Where petals danced in the breeze,
Now lies a quiet surrender,
In the absence of whispered leaves.

The sun whispers its gentle goodbye,
Kissing the blooms with golden hue,
While shadows grow and softly lie,
Upon the earth, in solemn view.

Each petal falls, a silent tear,
A memory of vibrant days,
Cradled by time, held dear,
In the heart’s hidden bays.

O withering rose, in your sigh,
Echoes of love softly weep,
Lingering beneath the sky,
In the garden where sorrows sleep.

Annotation: A poem that captures the sorrowful beauty of loss, using the metaphor of a withering rose to symbolize fading memories and the gentle passage of time.