Я смотрел на розу, которая расцвела на рассвете

Я смотрел на розу, которая расцвела на рассвете
(I gazed upon a rose that bloomed at dawn)

I gazed upon a rose that bloomed at dawn,
Its petals soft and delicate, yet strong,
A symbol of love and beauty untold,
A wonder of nature, a sight to behold.

But as I pondered on this floral grace,
I saw its thorns, its sharp and prickly face,
A reminder that beauty often hides,
A pain that cuts and stings like sharpened knives.

And so it is with life, with love, with art,
The beauty we admire may also smart,
For every joy that fills our hearts with light,
There may be pain that comes with it in sight.

Yet still we seek the beauty and the grace,
In music, art, in every time and place,
For in the end, it's worth the risk we take,
To find the beauty that our souls can make.

And though our hearts may ache and bleed and weep,
We know that beauty's worth the price we keep,
For in its glow, we find a peace sublime,
A fleeting taste of heaven in our time.

So let us cherish every rose we see,
Embrace its thorns and beauty equally,
For in this world of light and shade and hue,
The beauty we behold is ever true.


Recorded looking at the starry sky.05:55, 04.03.2023