ROSES ARE RED

At the quiet corner of my backyard blooms a red rose,proudly beneath the sky as if guarding silent memories. Each morning, its petals awaken with the touch of sunlight, glowing calming like a secret by nature itself. Though small in place, it carries a beauty too lovely to ignore — a reminder that even the simplest corners of life can hold something extraordinary.

Whenever the breeze dances through the yard, the rose gently sways, as though telling only the heart can understand. Surrounded by thorns blooming fearlessly, it speaks of strength hidden wi softness. In my backyard, this red rose is more than a flower; it is a quiet companion, painting ordinary days with beauty, peace, and a touch of wonder.