A lovely flower grows from the ashes of the fire
Blooming splendidly all alone
No trace of char or remnants of the flame
Still the smell of the smoke isn’t gone

There is no telling residue on the petals
One would never know the flower’s closeness to the flame
Stop and smell the rose so lovely in the ash
Then see if you still feel the same

The flower is a heart that has continued to exist
The only way it knows how to survive
Still blooming in the ash but untouched by the fire
But alone will the flower continue to thrive

There will come a day when the flower of the heart
Can move away from the ashes of the fire
Learn to live again in a garden full of flowers
And the smell of the smoke will expire