The Art of Rising

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 Even the most trampled things,

beneath the weight of countless footsteps,

hold within a quiet spark-

the silent promise that pain

can be transformed into color,

a testament to the resilience

that quietly stirs in the heart of despair.  


Roots, deep and unwavering,

remember how to rise from the earth,

finding strength in the darkness,

struggling through the soil’s embrace,

learning the art of patience and hope,

to reach once more toward the sky.  


Broken petals, fragile and torn,

teach the light new ways to enter the world-

they open again, unveiling beauty

born from scars and tears,

showing that even in fragments,

there lies the potential for rebirth.  


Every wound, every fall,

becomes a brushstroke in the grand canvas

of growth and renewal-

a reminder that from the depths of hurt,

new life can emerge,

painting the dawn with hues of courage and grace.


And so the world, in its quiet wisdom,

whispers through petals, soil, and stone:

that nothing broken stays silent forever;

that even the smallest trembling spark

can find its way into morning-

and become a brighter truth than pain


"even the most trampled things

can turn their pain into colour."


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