‘The rose and thorns’

In gardens of grace, where secrets repose, There blooms a tale of women and Earth's prose. Like petals unfurling, their spirits arise, A symphony woven 'neath azure skies. Oh, woman divine, like roses you sway, Unfolding beauty with each passing day. Your essence, a dance of strength and grace, Nurturing life, a sacred embrace. Rooted in soil, with tendrils so deep, You hold Earth's secrets, her secrets you keep. A guardian of nature, a vessel of love, Your touch heals wounds, like rain from above. In your eyes, the wisdom of ages past, You carry the torch, the light that will last. From ancient times, your spirit prevails, The heartbeat of Earth in each tale it tells.