Sap green her coat that leads the way
Pushing past the years decay
The moss
The leaves
From whence they lay
She stands upright
So bright and strong
In quite a group tho not forlorn
White and pure her petals splay
In Honour of the coming day
Warm rays of sun
Melting frost
Releasing memories all but lost
Where out of darkness she arises
With all her beauty and surprises
So still and proud
Her job complete
Brings hope
So white
So pure
So neat
Sweet her air
Humble her bend
Heralding the winters end
By Suzanne Clements
