Resilience is the oak that bends, not breaks, 

Its roots run deep though the earth may shake.

Winds may howl, and storms may scar,

Yet still it rises, just as you are.

It’s the flame that flickers but will not die,

A quiet fire beneath the sky.

Bruised by trials, tested by years,

Yet burning steady through doubt and fears.

Resilience wears a humble face,

It grows in silence; it claims its space.

Not in never falling,

But in standing taller when the world pulls down.

So, carry this symbol, let it be known:

Strength is not borrowed- it’s carved from your own.

For every setback, every test,

Proves the resilient heart beats best.