wilted flowers in the afternoon

in a small park on the outskirts of the city there lives a beautiful red rose named the dusk rose that's what people often call it she grows in the middle of other flower beds but her beauty always steals attention her petals are bright red and every morning the dew that covers her body makes her look sparkling like a diamond

but there is one thing that makes the dusk rose different every afternoon when the sun starts to set she always looks wilted her petals that were originally upright slowly fall off and her bright color starts to fade other jasmine roses in the park often talk about it

why do you always wilt in the afternoon the rose is the weapon of white jasmine one afternoon

mawa only just smiled a little I didn't wilt instead I just rested she answered

white jasmine looked confused resting but why are you the only one like that we all keep blooming all day

the dusk rose sighed softly she looked at the sun that was almost setting on the horizon we all have different ways to enjoy our time for me the afternoon is a moment to relieve fatigue when the sun goes I gather energy to bloom again in the morning after all beauty is not about always being seen as perfect but about how we appreciate every second we have

white malady was silent contemplating the words of the rose dusk since then he began to see the dusk rose in a different way even though it withered in the afternoon the beauty it brought in the morning became more meaningful

afternoon after sorry passed and all the flowers in the garden began to understand that every creature has its own way of living life the wilting of the dusk rose in the afternoon is not a sign of weakness but rather a way for her to care for herself to shine again tomorrow

and the dusk rose with all its uniqueness remains the most beloved flower in the garden