she is a symbol of rebirth
of hope
she wilted and then she grows
she dropped to the ground but
she tries to stand up again
she is a fragile thing, yes she is
but nothing could stop her from trying
to stand, to grow, to glow
she is a sunshine
in a god forgotten land
she is a light
in a dark abyss without an end
and
it gives me hope
by dying
as I hold it dear in my foolish hand.
