In fields of sorrow, a lone flower weeps,
Petals hanging heavy, with secrets to keep.
Its vibrant colors muted, by the weight of despair,
A reminder of beauty lost, beyond repair.
Each petal a tear, shed in silent grief,
A symbol of love that fades like a leaf.
Bent beneath unspoken, heavy strain,
The flower wilts, its spirit drained.
In sorrow\'s grasp, its spirit true,
Unyielding strength, in all it knew.
Through trials and tears, in the gloom,
A guiding light, a resilient bloom.