Your Flowers Forever

Roses bloom in morning light 
Their petals soft, their colours bright 
A fragrance whispers on the air 
Of love and loss, of hope and care

In gardens wide or vases still 
They bloom with life, a quiet thrill 
We share their beauty, pass them on 
Like stories told of days long gone

For even when their petals fall 
And thorns remind us of it all 
Their essence lingers, soft and true 
A memory in morning dew

Just like the tales of those we’ve known 
Their laughter, sorrows, seeds they’ve sown
The living speak of them with grace 
And in their words, we find their place

For roses, even when they fade 
Hold something timeless, unafraid
Their vibrant blooms, their wilted form
Are shared like voices through a storm

So too, the stories we unfold 
Of hearts now warm, or hearts grown cold
Are passed like roses, hand to hand
A bridge between both sea and land

Alive or gone, they still remain
In whispered words, in joy, in pain
Roses, like souls, are meant to be
Shared beyond what eyes can see