The rose once bloomed with vibrant grace,
Now withered, petals fall from place.
In silence, whispers of the past,
Echo through moments that cannot last.

The garden now a somber sight,
Where once was joy, now endless night.
A shadow cast upon the ground,
In every breeze, a mournful sound.

Memories of a fragrant time,
When every bloom was in its prime.
Yet seasons change and time moves on,
Leaving echoes of what is gone.

In solitude, the heart does weep,
For promises it could not keep.
And in the wind, a soft repose,
The silence of the withered rose.

Silence of the Withered Rose explores the theme of loss through the metaphor of a rose losing its bloom, reflecting on the passage of time and the shadows it casts on our memories.