A thick mass of dry, dead leaves surround her
Winter winds have almost ceased their whispers
Decry the happily ever after
Amid the discontent and sinister
Bystanders, onlookers of sprouting life
One green stem, her promise of dormant hope
Plum petals from her veins of spring bring light
To cold, darkened earth scattered here before
Defiant in her beauty she blooms forth
In confidence and innocence she stands
Tall, above her inner beauty she's more
Than a delicate flower above land
A monument of true admiration
A testament to the heart of patience
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