In the garden of our careful schemes, Where plans we plant like steadfast dreams, A sudden wind unseals the art, Of nature's hand and fickle heart. Yet from the cracks we did not sow, Sprouts unexpected blooms aglow, In chaos, colors intertwine, A beauty cast by fate's design. Our paths may twist, our maps may blur, But like wild blooms they gently stir, With petals spun from chance and grace, Unexpected blossoms tracing space.