Language of Flowers

In a World draped in Shadows,where hope is scarce,

Flowers speak a language,a subtle,silent verse

Petals unfold,each bloom,whispers in desolate fray

In this desolation,a story they hold

Dandelions dancing,seeds in the breeze

Carrying dreams through the despair seas

Roses in ruins,thorns sharp and despair

Yet a language emerges,silent and deep

The sunflowers gaze,a resilient stare

Facing the chaos with petals to share

A beacon of warmth in the cold embrace,

In the language of flowers,a quite grace

Tulips arise from the cracked,barren ground

In their vibrant hues,hope is found

Telling tales of survival,a delicate grace

Adjust the ruins,a lone Lotus unfolds,

In the murky waters,a story it molds

A symbol of rebirth in the darkest hour

In the language of flowers,resilience is power

So,in this world dystopia and grey,

The language