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.