I smile at the disjointed lies formed in this frame.
A curator would call this "An assertion of strength by the weakest of elements".
A visual artist would re-position one or two elements to balance, to focus, to create a mood.
Words miss creating a meaning too.
The truth? I crouched to take the picture, and the focus changed. What did I want to capture? Not the rose branch, not the lavender pods, but the broken arbor bench after a storm.