BALLAD Poem: Where Wildflowers Learn to Grieve, by Mohd Laeeq

In the hush of dawn, beneath the waking sky,
Where shadows blend with whispers, soft and shy,
There blooms a patch of wildflowers, bright and bold,
Yet in their vibrant dance, a story must be told.
Among the petals, fragile as a dream,
They gather ’round the brook, where sunlight starts to gleam,
Each bluebell bows in sorrow, while the daisies lean,
As if to listen closer to the heart’s unseen.
For every fleeting season that brings rain and sun,
A bitter truth lies nestled in the joy they’ve spun:
The winds have sung of loss, the change of summer’s breath,
And in this sacred garden, they learn the song of death.
The poppy remembers a friend now gone,
The sunflowers nod gently to the fading dawn.
Lilies sway in silence, their scents a soft lament,
While violets spill their tears, for moments heaven-sent.
In their grief, they find the strength to bloom anew,
A tapestry of colors woven from the blue.
Through roots entwined in sorrow, they share a heavy fate,
Yet rise in whispered beauty as they learn to celebrate.
So here where wildflowers gather, in sun and shadow’s weave,
They honor all whom nature takes, and learn how to grieve.
With gentle strength, they flourish, through the cycle of the year,
A testament to love, in every petal, crystal clear.

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