In a jar, petals waltz and sway,
Brewing essence of rose, a fragrant ballet.

With care and patience, I watch the alchemy unfold,
Crafting nature's elixir, stories untold.

Moments captured in floral embrace,
Homemade rosewater, a treasure to grace.

From humble petals, a potion divine,
Crafted by my hands, an art so fine.

This journey makes me relive Fragonard's allure,
Where fragrances of that distant visit endure.