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.
