Hazy nights and murky skies, clouds all covered high something's wrong, it is all dark; maybe the sun in shy.

Sunflowers with dainty faces, lilies floating on water bases Little daisies close to the ground, jasmine whites wrapping around.

The greens are coloured with wildflowers, the skies are covered with black Clouds all pouring dreadful showers, but these flowers did not slack.

They knew they were wild, and wild is bold, bold enough to stay Through storms and winds and woes, they found their own way.

For the world would always see, these flowers are all temporary But they always grew on and on, fighting the catastrophe.

By faith and hope and strength, they proved that fragile was wrong With wild souls and colours rare, they were nothing less than strong.

The skies changed their shades, the sun no longer concealed And these flowers so beautifully, had their mystic revealed.

Through storms and blues, and all kinds of hues They did not go lifeless; rather growing and glowing These spirits were alive, colours of stellar mess.

If these flowers so pretty, so fragile so strong, So lit, so wild, can bloom; Then my dear, What is stopping you?