Beneath the same elder's gaze, where season turn Was an abandoned hinge , lesson left to learn Dried up and weep to be free There it ghost lies , still whispering through the cracks
But something stirs where the forgotten lie A root, tiny yet resilient An ancient promise, a hope for the weak A silent, stirring spring, a rain, a blessing
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Then from the dust shoot a bud From the decay was a whisper, a silent plea A longing to spread forth and make splashes of it's kind Felt murmur rise, a hopeful, rising sound
No longer bound by what it lacks There the victory of the alchemy rose The current of the air, a silent vow, to lift and soar A testament of what the spirit brings , a silent triumph of the alchemy of rust.