Good Morning Rose

By Artremis •
Good Morning Rose ©
By Artemis Quill 2/28/2025
“No problems, overwhelmed with blessings”
In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall,
A rosebud stirs, its tightly closed petals slow
Unfurling like the morning's gentle call
To wakefulness, as night's chill begins to go.
The color deepens, rich, and bold as fire,
From softest pink to vibrant, burning red
As if the sun's own essence did aspire
To paint this flower, and all its beauty spread.
The scent it gives, an intoxicating treat,
Like sweet perfume that wafts upon the air
Invigorating senses, making hearts skip beat
As love and passion stir, beyond compare.
But still, its beauty holds a subtle might,
That beckons us, and fills our souls with light.
And when its full bloom finally takes hold,
It stands revealed, in radiant splendor told.
Its beauty shines, a wonder to behold,
A masterpiece, by nature's artful hand to mold.
Yet in its prime, a fleeting life it leads,
For soon it fades, and petals drop like tears.
But still, its memory stays, and in our deeds,
Inspires us on, through all the passing years.