Upon a wintry canvas white, A solitary rose stands bright.
Crimson petals, bold and gay, Defying frost in brave display.
A dance of contrast, stark and clear, Life's warm embrace 'midst of chilly air.
The snow, a shroud of silent grace, Sets the stage for Rose's place.
A celebration, life's sweet song, In cold where warmth does not belong.
A burst of color, fierce, alive, A fiery spirit bound to thrive.
This red rose 'gainst the snow's pure hue, A testament to what is true:
That life, in all its vibrant might, Shines ever more 'gainst winter's night.
So let this image, bold and free, Adorn your journal, let it be A symbol of the heart's fire,
A muse for thoughts that never tire.
Each page within, is a chance to write A Journey through the darkest night.
With a rose as a guide, no path too steep, Celebrate life, in memories keep.
