From Shadows to Bloom

“From Shadows to Bloom” In a world of grayscale sighs, where silence softly weeps, A bloom stood still in quiet grace, where color gently sleeps. Its petals pale in whispered tones, a dream not yet unfurled, As if it waited for the sun to bring it back to world. Then came a breath, a morning light, and color kissed the leaves, From ghostly grey to violet bright — a miracle that breathes. The same flower, yet so alive, once bathed in moon’s despair, Now dances bold with hues of joy, in fragrant summer air. This side-by-side is not just art, it speaks of hope and time, That even through the darkest days, your colors will still climb. For every bloom that's lost in black, a purple waits to shine, A gentle nudge from nature’s brush: “Your season will be fine.”