A flower dares to open
where storms have left their trace
It bows beneath the weather
yet rises with quiet grace
Its petals hold no anger
its fragrance holds no blame
It offers simple beauty
to those who call its name
Blooming is not defiance
nor pride against the sky
It is the art of surviving
and choosing not to die
O steadfast tender blossom
you teach us how to stand:
to open even in harshness
and soften the hardest land
