In the garden of life, a journey unfolds,
Pedal by pedal, the floral path winds,
Amidst the blooms, a story untold,
Where beauty and battle remarkably binds.
Each flower, a symbol of strength and grace,
In hues of courage, they stand tall and bright,
Facing the storms, with unwavering embrace,
Their fragrant whispers, a comforting light.
Amidst the petals, a struggle unseen,
Yet roots run deep, in resilient earth,
trials and tears, they remain serene,
Through their essence, a testament of infinite worth.
In this cancer garden, where hope takes flight,
Pedal by pedal, we embrace the fight.
In this garden, where the sun meets the sky,
Petals dance, a waltz of hope and despair,
Shadows cast by the clouds passing by,
Yet, in their midst, the blooms declare.
Each bloom, a warrior in its own right,
Braving the winds and the tempest’s might,
Their vibrant colors, a tapestry of hope,
A testament to the human spirit’s scope.
But within this garden, shadows may loom,
As cancer’s presence casts a daunting gloom,
Yet amidst the struggle, resilience blooms,
In the heart of each flower, courage fumes.
The thorns may prick, and the stems may bend,
Yet the blooms endure, a message to send,
That amidst the trials and the pain we bear,
Hope still blossoms in the cancer garden’s lair.
So, as we tread this floral path of woe,
We find solace in the blooms that grow.
Each petal a reminder, each stem a sign,
That in this garden, hope and strength entwine.
In this cancer garden, where hope takes flight,
Pedal by pedal, we embrace the fight.
