each flower wakes in borrowed dawn,
dressed in a truth no hand has drawn
some whisper pale as morning air,
some burn like suns that dare to stare.
no mirrored form, no borrowed light,
each claims its name in color’s right
beneath one sky, one warming grace,
they turn their faces, take their place.
the wind may test, the rain may plead,
still every stem remembers need;
though scents may clash and colors vie,
a woven peace goes drifting by.
we too can grow in different ways
shine in our own untamed displays
each soul a petal, bold or meek
all worthy, strong, and beautifully unique.
Get ready—see the sky turn gold,
where hidden paths and tales unfold.
Feet rooted firm, yet eyes that roam,
dreams breathe fire, they’re far from gone.
The wind may roar, the waves may rise,
yet steady hearts will earn their skies.
Each heartbeat sparks a silent test,
asking the soul to rise its best.
Hold fast your courage, temper your mind,
rare kinds of wonder wait to be mined.
The hour is now—no step delayed,
the world leans close, eager to be played
