In the realm of frost and icy disdain,
A tale unfolds of the rose’s reign,
From a barren plain where winter’s might,
Bore a blossom fair, bathed in frozen light.
Born of chill, the rose dared to dream,
To defy the cold, in a world extreme,
Petals of ivory, delicate and rare,
A symbol of beauty, beyond compare.
Amidst the snowflakes, it silently grew,
A beacon of hope, where despair once drew,
Its thorny embrace, a shield from despair,
A symbol of strength, amid winter’s snare.
Through gusts of frost, it unfurled its grace,
With every petal, a smile on its face,
The rose that rose, from the frigid ground,
Whispered secrets of resilience profound.
For in its struggle, a lesson it bore,
That life’s harshest trials can open the door,
To the depths of our souls, where strength resides,
And the fire within, forever abides.
Its fragrance carried on a frosty breeze,
A testament to the heart’s unease,
For the rose that rose from a frozen plain,
Became a beacon of love’s refrain.
Through endless winter, it bloomed with grace,
A symbol of hope in an icy embrace,
And as spring approached, with its gentle kiss,
The rose stood tall, a triumph of bliss.
In the realm of frost, a legend was born,
The rose that rose, a beauty to adorn,
Forever it shines, in hearts and minds,
The rose that rose, where hope entwines.