The Eternal Bloom

Beneath the sky so vast and bright,

A seed once slept in quiet night.

No voice to speak, no light to see,

Yet held within—possibility.

The earth embraced it, dark and deep,

Where roots began their dance in sleep.

The rain would kiss, the sun would warm,

A silent promise taking form.

The days stretched long, the winds would call,

Yet still it grew, so soft, so small.

Through frost and fire, storm and shade,

It reached beyond what fear forbade.

Then spring arrived on golden thread,

And petals stirred where dreams had fled.

A whisper rose, so light, so free,

A bloom had come for all to see.

Not born in haste, nor shaped by ease,

But carved by time and tested breeze.

Each petal spoke of battles won,

Each leaf a tale of how it’s done.

For life is woven, strong yet slight,

In fragile stems and fearless flight.

The smallest bud, the softest hue,

Can break the world and start anew.

So rise, dear heart, let courage sing,

For even stones will bow to spring.

Through darkened soil, through fleeting strife,

You too will blossom into life.