Cracked But Living

The earth may break, but still we stand,

Roots buried deep within the stone.

Life whispers through this shattered land,

Enduring trials we face alone.

The skin of rock, it bends, it tears,

Yet nature breathes through every crack.

From broken ground, the tree still dares,

To rise, to push the darkness back.

Silent faces carved in strife,

Hold secrets of the winds they braved.

In every mark, there blooms new life,

Through fractures, the world is saved.

Beneath the scars, we persevere,

In stone, we plant the seeds of hope.

Though brittle shells may shake in fear,

Each splinter gives us strength to cope.

What crumbles, crumbles, but we thrive,

Where drought and time wear down the soul.

Through cracks and creases, we survive,

In parts, we find ourselves made whole.

No storm or drought can claim defeat,

For from the earth, we will arise.

In breaking, we remain complete,

The world reborn within our eyes.