She reached for skies, her heart burning bright,
Dreamed of greatness, for all to take flight.
She poured out hope, but now she’s breaking
Her soul cracked, her spirit shaking.
The rain fell softly, pure and still,
But they saw only gloom, a bitter chill.
Whispered, “It’s pointless,” with eyes turned away,
Umbrellas raised to block the light of day.
The earth bloomed, but no one could see,
Her rain was a gift, but they called it a plea.
The thunder raged, but never to harm,
She only wished to heal, to disarm.
They turned their backs, hearts cold as stone,
The flowers grew, but she stood alone.
She gave them all she had to give,
But they never saw her spirit live.
Unnoticed, unheard, in silence she drowned,
Her greatness washed away, never found.