Rose Poem by The voice of silence .

In a garden where silence reigns,
Among the flowers that guard the plains,
Stands a rose, a symbol of might,
Alone, yet it strengthens the spirit's light.

Its thorns are not just pain to bear,
They are protection, steadfast and fair.
As in life, they guide us through the dark,
Like those ready to play their part.

Its bud — a beacon of hope so bright,
It gives each heart an answer, a light:
That even in the darkest hour,
We can believe, hold on, and find our power.

And the petals that softly sleep,
Speak of friendship, strong and deep.
In every glance, in every word,
Support and comfort can be heard.

So let the rose remind us each day,
We are not alone along life's way.
Even in storms and in whirlwinds of time,
Together we grow — stronger, more wise.