Golden Bloom in a Grey World

In shadows deep where sorrows tread, She bloomed where even hope had fled. A golden light in endless grey, She whispered dreams that lost their way. She knew of love — its warm embrace, And how it leaves without a trace. She felt the ache of silent cries, The heavy truths behind soft lies. Yet still she rose, though winds would tear, With roots of strength, she held her care. Through grief, through storms, through sleepless night, She turned her pain to gentle light. For every soul that breaks and mends, Her petals sing: this isn’t the end. In a world so cold, so dark, so wide, She is the warmth we hold inside.