II. The Deep Reef
They cheered the grand ship sailing out to sea,
With painted wood and banners flying high,
But tempest winds stripped down its majesty,
And left it broken underneath the sky.
It sank beneath the waves to meet the floor,
A ruined thing of failure and of pride,
Forgotten by the people on the shore,
And buried by the rolling of the tide.
Yet deep below, where sunlight cannot reach,
The coral found a home within the rust.
It built a sanctuary on the beach,
And turned the rotting timbers into trust.
The greatest victory is not the crown,
But how we bloom after the ship goes down.
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