Scarlet Solace

In the city's embrace, a rose blooms alone, A fiery spirit, amidst the stone. Its petals, soft as summer's sigh, Unfurl to greet the passing sky. The leaves, like worn and weathered hands, Tell tales of seasons, and forgotten lands. Yet, in its beauty, we find a peace, A fleeting solace, the world's wild release. The rose, a symbol of love and strife, A reminder of life's fragile, precious life. In its depths, we see our own heart's core, A reflection of the beauty we adore. The city's roar, a distant hum, Fades into silence, as the rose becomes one With the observer, in a moment's stillness, A connection formed, in beauty's deep fulfillment.