Out of the hard and unforgiving ground,
A rose dared to rise and look around,
Its petals soft, its color bright,
Defying the darkness with its might.
From concrete's harsh and barren space,
This flower bloomed with a gentle grace,
Its stem was strong, Its roots were deep,
It stood tall and refused to weep.
For though the world may seem unkind,
And obstacles may fill our mind,
There's beauty in the struggle, too,
Like that rose, so strong and true.
So let us learn from nature's way,
And rise above the concrete grey.
Let our spirits bloom and shine,
Like that rose, so divine.