The roses lay dormant until the summer
and they don't cease blooming till the fall
but through the bitter winds their freezing up
and I'm afraid I'll lose them all
the frozen ground offers no tender spots
and through the spring the ice remains
the sun shines down, a meek attempt
... the outlook the same
the sun does not rest for fear of failure
but, exhausted, there's not much to be done
she persists, until the day she falls
and the winter winds have won
-- this poem isn't actually about flowers. It's about someone trying so hard for someone else, when it seems everything else is against them.
