Beyond the gardens of forgotten summers,

Where silent colors rest beneath the earth,

A thousand hidden blossoms hold their secrets,

Waiting softly for their time to bloom.

How wild it is…

A sleeping seed still keeps

A promise yet to bloom.

I hear the breeze among the petals,

Turning faded echoes into light.

And every flower reaching toward the dawn

Knows what hearts forget:

“Begin again…”

No chill can hush the blooming.

No dusk can stop the dawn.

Rivers always seek the ocean.

Stars remember where they belong.

And somewhere beneath the fallen seasons,

Beneath the passing years’ embrace,

A gentle light gathers its fragments,

Crafting beauty from what seemed erased.

For every dream still resting in the dark,

For every wing yet to unfold,

For every garden waiting out of sight,

Ready to return to the world.

“Begin again…”

Like sunlight on the meadow

After rain has drifted by.

Like a flower opening slowly

To the song it carried all along.

The longest night is easing gently.

Closed gates open to the sky.

And the light once thought forgotten

Now finds its wings.