In a garden full of roses fair,
One rose was plucked with utmost despair.
Yet the beauty of the garden lives on,
Amidst the echoes of battles, fierce and long.

In the realm of war, where innocence bleeds,
Where souls are lost to desolation's deeds,
The analogy we find, though stark and grim,
Reflects the anguish when lights grow dim.

As petals fall and hopes are crushed,
Innocent lives, in wars, are unjustly hushed.
But amidst the chaos, a glimmer remains,
The resilience of hearts, where beauty sustains.
For the garden of life, in its bittersweet array,
Knows tragedy's touch, as colors may fray.

But the essence of humanity, enduring and true,
Shines forth with compassion, in all that we do.

Though shadows cast upon the land,
And sorrow weaves its mournful strand,
The beauty of unity, we must recall,
In healing the wounds, mending the sprawl.
For wars may tear, but hearts can mend,
As empathy and love we extend,
In honoring those we have lost in strife,
We strive for a world free from endless life.

In the garden of roses, a message we glean,
That peace, not violence, is the eternal dream.

May we learn from the darkness that stains our past,
To ensure innocent lives forever shall last.