Even while the frost still clings to the ground
Your tiny pink blossoms emerge by the thousands
Covering branches with a cloak of rose-colored petals
Bobbing gleefully in the early spring breeze.
How I love your fortitude to bloom even as the snow falls
Reminding us that the most beautiful masterpieces
Emerge from the raw, frozen ground
Bravely coming to life against all odds
While the rest of the Earth remains dormant and cold.
Are we not products of resistance?
Refusing to stay stagnant when there is growth to embrace?
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