She's the type of flower that can still grow,
After the forest fire, with strength to show.
Through ashes and smoke, she rises again,
A symbol of hope, beyond every pain.

Her roots deep within, she knows no defeat,
Even in darkness, she finds her beat.
The flames may burn, but she won't fall,
For within her, there's courage standing tall.

She blossoms with grace, against all odds,
A reminder to us, that life still goes on.
She's the type of flower, bold and bright,
That finds her way, even in the darkest night.