black roses at dawn

Velvet petals, dark as night,
Succumb to the sun’s golden light.
Fragile blossoms, a fleeting sight.
Wither away with morning’s might.

A bittersweet dance, a somber tune,
As shadows retreat before high noon.
Beauty born of the watchful moon
Fades into the day, its grace too soon.

Yet, within that loss, a chance to grow,
New life awakens, buds aglow.
The cycle turns, an ebb and flow –
Darkness gives way as bright days show.

Black roses die when the sun does rise,
But from their ashes, hope defies.
A resilience that never dies,
Reborn with each new dawn that flies.