The dead of winter takes the life of spring.
No more flowers blooming beneath the sun.
The earth frozen underneath the pale snow.
Yet a single rose stands alone.
A blizzard forms showing winters fury.
Cold winds blow as more snow falls.
Ice forms on the single rose.
Alas it still stands tall.
The rose remains as if untouched.
Never showing signs of wilting.
As new as its first day of life.
The everlasting rose.
