Poem written for the artwork:

Amid twilight's gentle, fading grace,
A withering rose claims its place,
Its petals, once vivid, now turned pale,
Narrate time's hidden path, a whispered tale.
With every sigh of a breeze, it shares,
Secrets of moments, love, and cares,
Yet in its decline, a beauty to behold,
A tale of life's mysteries subtly told.
Though its vibrancy may slowly wane,
In its withering, a truth remains,
The sweetest fragrances are those we keep,
From a fading rose's memory, so deep.