A Miracle of Time

Wilted were the cherished blooms

In the dreary corners, spirits loomed

Broken were its prickling thorns

Faded was the red it had borne

It stooped low and looked down

Its shadow dull, its hue brown

Days passed in this treacherous state

Until hope dawned in its unlikely fate

For when those precious drops fell

And the water splashed on its shell

And the morning sunlight pierced through

the impenetrable, sorrowful view

Though days passed before it did

A miracle was incoming indeed

For no longer it bent so contrite

It stood instead, shining in a new light

Time and care had healed its wounds

So would it soon, yours too