In the quiet storm, where shadows play,Resilience blooms in the softest clay.Through whispers of wind and silent night,A spirit rises, ready to fight.Like a river bending around the stone,Strength is found in the unknown.Every tear that falls like rain,Nourishes the heart to rise again.In the dance of dusk and dawn,New paths are forged, old wounds drawn.Through trials faced, and battles won,The heart beats on, a steady drum.Amidst the chaos, calm is found,In resilience, where we are unbound.With every fall, we stand anew,Embracing the light, the dark, the true.