Diya Alwani

In spring's tender embrace, a maiden fair, Her laughter blooms, love beyond compare. Adorned in petals, dancing through the hours, Nature swoons as she decks the bowers. Summer strides, a bold and ardent knight, His gaze aflame, a passionate delight. Sun-kissed encounters, a fervent, sweet chance, A blazing love, an intoxicating dance. Autumn arrives, a wise and golden sage, Whispering tales from life's seasoned page. A painter skilled, crafting hues so keen, A canvas of warmth in gold and green. Lastly, winter weaves a cloak of snow, A gentle hush, love continues to grow. In her icy arms, a peaceful sleep, As seasons intertwine, their stories seep. These seasons, lovers in the grand design, Each one a chapter in a tale divine.

The rose in my pretty garden, seems to be smiling and being nurtured with all the positivity around it. I didn't knew that it may grab my heart someday, in that dark night, under the moonlighting and those scattered stars. That perfect glaze of the white light on those red petals seems to attract every eye around my garden. Oh dear! it catches me through its scent and through its adorable beauty. The bud in its core seems to hug the petals with all its heart and all its love, as though it will retain the bond forever and ever. My darling flower, catches my heart with that peaceful liberty of its terminating petal. Look at it, so free and away from the tyranny. My dear, I heard it's voice, so pleasing, so soothing. Telling me to come closure and give it a refreshing touch. That firefly giving it a glow, the glow to reflect love and be full of sentience. The rose seems to blush as it knows, it is the only beautiful lady of my little garden and is standing still at its place, show