Flower 🌸

A symphony of soft pink light,
A flower bathed in morning’s grace.
Serene, untouched—a gentle sight,
Nestled in its sacred place.

But then, a silent shadow crept,
Dark clouds veiled the pastel glow.
Soon the heavens softly wept,
As life had trials to bestow.

The flower bowed, all damp and weak,
Burdened by each heavy drop.
Its soft pink hue grew dark and bleak,
As the storm began to stop.

One by one, the petals fell,
Leaving nothing but the stem.
What once had bloomed so bright and well,
No longer shone, a lost gem.

Until a kind hand reached with care
Gathering the petals, torn apart
She taped them back, a love so rare
Mending a soul that had lost its heart

She reached out over the flower,
Shielding it from further scars.
Then she whispered, soft in power
"Even in the storms, I'll show you the stars."