Standing steady and proud,
Clutching to the soil.
She unknowingly exists to bring peace and serenity.
The icy wind blows each tiny leaf,
And they all move in the same direction,
At the same time,
Like a chorus of ballerinas.
Just as elegant,
Just as beautiful.
The little pink flowers drop delicately towards their soft
Cushion of green grass,
Creating a patchwork blanket
That will keep the ground warm.