Ashes of Hope

I drifted like a ghost Among the blackened ruins. Trying to remember laughter, And the joy once here, All I see now are The darkened stones. Charred remains mocking The majesty of the past, And I wonder how Such destruction exists. No colors, only shades, As though it’s all Dressed for mourning. Yet…what is that? There, amid the ruin, And the fallen glory, In the darkness And piled up ashes, There is a small green Plant. A flower, to be exact, Half buried but Still so determined. A growing hope In a harsh, dark place, Saying “I’m still alive, Despite the destruction.” New life, new hope. New dreams, A rebuilding on top Of broken foundations.