In a garden where weeds usually grow,
A stunning flower began to show.

Its petals were a vibrant hue,
In a place where flowers were few.

No one expected such beauty to bloom,
In a place where only gloom loomed.

But there it stood, tall and proud,
Defying the odds, drawing a crowd.

People came from far and near,
To marvel at the flower so dear.

Its fragrance was sweet, its colors bright,
A welcome sight in the dimming light.

The flower whispered tales of hope,
Of how even in darkness, one can cope....