The Garden Beneath the Rubble

They told us nothing could live here—

Not after the fire,

Not after the sky broke open

And poured down ash instead of rain.

But then,

Through the bones of a broken home,

A stem rose.

Thin as a whisper.

Brave as a scream.

I saw it—

One bloom

Red as blood,

Soft as breath,

Daring to grow

In soil made from sorrow.

How dare it?

How dare beauty return

Where bombs had names

And children didn't?

But it did.

And so did the bees.

And so did the wind.

And then came the songs

We forgot we knew.

A girl danced barefoot

On a street that once bled.

A mother sang lullabies

To silence,

And made it weep.

You see—

The world doesn’t wait

For the wars to end.

It heals in secret.

It grows beneath our grief

Like roots in a graveyard.

So plant your hands

In the dust.

Plant your heart

Where you thought it died.

The garden is already waiting.

And it remembers your name.