The song beneath the blossoms

She sat where the petals refused to bloom,

In a garden wrapped in silent gloom.

With a breath of hope, her voice arose,

A melody soft as the morning knows.

“No one sees you,” she gently said,

“But I believe you're only asleep—not dead.”

And note by note, her heart did sing,

A lullaby to everything.

The buds began to stretch and sway,

Touched by love, they found their way.

Sing to the roots, sing to the sky,

Even the quietest seeds will try.

Joy is a song that makes us grow,

Even in places light can’t go.

So bloom, dear soul, don’t fear the night—

One song can turn the dark to light.