A seedling pushed through hardened earth, A quiet, slow, and fragile birth. Each sunbeam a hopeful sign, Each drop of rain, a touch divine. The wounds are healing, stitch by stitch, A strength emerges, strong and rich. A new resilience takes its hold, A story bravely to be told.
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Recovery
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A seedling pushed through hardened earth, — A quiet, slow, and fragile birth.
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