Rain may fall with muted sound
Dreams lie scattered on the ground
Heart recalls its hidden spring
Hope returns on trembling wing
Gentle spirits learn to heal
Turning pain to tempered steel
Storms that break the fragile bone
Fail to claim what’s fully grown
Bruises shift to fertile seed
Loss becomes a quiet creed
Petals warm beneath the norm
Souls are born to bloom through storm
Night attempts to keep you cold
Morning turns its ash to gold
Path transforms where you perform
Bloom expands beyond the storm