Though the roots hold strong below, Youthful leaves sway, wild winds blow. Under sun, my colors burned, Now I fade, as truth returns. Through the chaos, through the storm, Truth will rise in shifting form. Leaves will fall, but roots remain, Truth will grow through doubt and pain. In the cracks, the light will flow, Through the dark, the roots will know. Youth once sparkled, fleeting bright, Flowers faded in the night. Yet the root, it holds, it thrives, Through the soil, the wisdom survives. Fleeting dreams, ephemeral skies, The rhythm shifts, the moment flies. Truth emerges, bold and stark, A fleeting light ignites the dark. Through the chaos, through the storm, Truth will rise in shifting form. Leaves will fall, but roots remain, Truth will grow through doubt and pain. In the cracks, the light will flow, Through the dark, the roots will know. Through the dark, the roots will know. Through the dark, the roots will know. Through the dark, the roots will know. Through the dark, the roots will know.
