In the heart of stone, where shadows lay, A wild flower blooms, defying the fray. Amidst the barriers, steadfast and bold, Its vibrant petals a story unfold.
Scarlet and gold, in hues that defy, An emblem of courage, reaching for sky. In walls of confinement, where none could grow, This flower of wildness dares to show.
In cracks it whispers tales of the past, Of soil and sun, of breezes vast. Through stone and struggle, against the odds, It stands untouched by nature’s nods.
A sculpture of challenges, captured in art, Resiliently formed, a beating heart. Its roots dig deep, for strength it seeks, In silence, the wild flower speaks.
Though carved in stillness, yet it sways, In imaginations of sunlit days. A symbol of those who aspire, To grow beyond walls, to dream higher.
In its quiet pose, much more than bloom, A spirit untamed, through every doom. Let it remind us, as it stands there still, Even stone walls cannot cage a will.
