Rose of Love by Silvana5

Martha's rose, a vibrant pink beauty, brought joy to her every year. But both Martha and the rose faded away. They rested beneath the earth, covered in winter snow. Summer returned, and so did the rose, flourishing in a new home. Over time, it continued to thrive and pass on memories. Now, after one hundred years, the rose stands proud, reminding us of love and endurance. It is a symbol of Martha and nature's beauty. Rose of Love One hundred years ago, dressed in its vibrant pink gown, delighting the eye and filling the air with aromatic perfume, who aren't you Martha's rose? Each year it brought joy to Martha, as its petals unfurled, her heart began to sing. Surely the queen of the garden, enchanting the passerby with its beauty. Until, one autumn, Martha faded along with the rose. Winter snow covered them like a blanket, as both rested silently beneath the earth. Summer returned with warmth and optimism, radiant and languorous. So did the rose, in a peaceful new abode, producing the best of nature's blue moths. As the silent clock ticked on, the rose continued to flourish, with strength and vigour, and passed on memories with remembrance. Unearthed, arrayed once more, forever faithful, standing proud one hundred years on, I gaze upon it with wonder. It speaks to me of love and everlasting endurance. Long may it bloom in my garden, as a reminder of dear auntie Martha, and nature's spherical beauty.