Soft green creeps through a weathered wall
Echoes drift where the teardrops fall
Warm breaths move through forgotten air
Tender hands stitch the wounds laid bare
Faded songs hum in quiet veins
Old grief loosens its iron chains
Feathered hope gathers trembling hues
Golden dust paints the morning blues
Gentle roots break the stony crust
Ash grows life from its ancient dust
Time kneels close with a calm embrace
Peace brings balm to the injured place
Healing forms in the muted deep
Sorrow folds into lighter sleep
Broken threads find their shape again
In the cracks of pain
I mend