Roots in the dark

Breathing slow breathing deep

A spark beneath the moss

Thorns that climb

Vines that creep

A power growing unseen

Do you feel it

Do you fear it

Ivysaur rising

Leaves unfurl like fire

Petals like shields

Ivysaur rising

Through the cracks and the mire

Green against the gray

The world won’t hold it back

It grows anyway

Sun on its shoulders

A beast of bloom and thorn

Nature’s quiet storm