History of Sorts

In Dachau’s shadowed, solemn ground,
A flower blooms where chains were bound.
Its petals whisper tales of grief,
Yet offer weary hearts relief.

Amidst the echoes of despair,
A splash of color bright and rare,
This fragile bloom defies the night,
A testament of silent might.

The soil that cradles bitter tears,
Now nurtures hope through passing years.
Its roots entwine with memories deep,
Of dreams that darkened days could keep.

In quiet defiance, it stands tall,
A symbol where the lost souls call.
Its presence sings a gentle song,
Of life’s resilience, fierce and strong.

Though horrors marked this hallowed place,
A flower’s bloom brings gentle grace.
In Dachau’s fields, a promise grows,
That even in despair, hope shows.