Every Heart Deserves to Bloom
^!!***!!^^!!***!!^^!!***!!^^!!***!!^^!!***!!^ Above the earth, where restless branches sway, A mother dove guards life from night and day. Beneath her wings, her little nestlings sleep, While silent promises of love she keeps. ^!! Below, where morning dew adorns the ground, A crimson rose in quiet grace is found. Its tender petals kiss the waking air, While hidden thorns stand guard against despair. ^!! The mother dove, with gentle eyes, looks down, And asks the rose beneath the leafy crown: ^!! "Tell me, dear rose, when winter winds blow cold, And storms arrive with tales of pain untold, Do thorns not wound the heart you keep inside? How do you bloom when tears you cannot hide?" ^!! The rose sways softly in the morning breeze, As though it holds the wisdom of the trees. ^!! "Dear dove, the thorns are not my enemy, They guard the fragile beauty within me. For every wound that life may leave behind, May teach a deeper strength to heart and mind. ^!! Not every fall means d...