The Flower Shall Bloom Again

The flower that fades

Will stand again,

Standing apart and alone,

It will stand tall.

Emerge victoriously,

Glisten drastically,

From the parched lands,

And the middle of the Wastelands

The flower shall bloom again,

It will find its way among the grasses,

Regain its voice from grasshoppers,

Undoubtedly, it will gather its strength from thorns,

Breathe with the beauty and aroma of the petals,

The flowers shall bloom again,

Among the moths,

Withstanding the stormy breeze,

The bud of hope will raise with confidence,

It will find its courage in the bushes and hedges

In the muddy and dusty land,

It will dazzle like velvet red mites,

Breaking the silence of the rocky surface

It will explode, glow and glisten,

The flower will paint its petals of hope,

With the hues of nature,

Sunshine and rainbows,

Stealing life from the dying faith,

The flower shall bloom again.