Dawning the suns gaze,
uprooted from winters embrace
scouring and plodding along,
within the fogs grey,
a contrast in color,
the world abashed by her vibrancy.
She perplexed the oncoming day with the challenge of her pelt
Daring a turned cheek against
the bleak awakening of spring.
'These clovers make a lovely scene
But when their petals fall
The wind will blow from lands unseen
And take them, one and all
Where they'll make another field green'
uprooted from winters embrace
scouring and plodding along,
within the fogs grey,
a contrast in color,
the world abashed by her vibrancy.
She perplexed the oncoming day with the challenge of her pelt
Daring a turned cheek against
the bleak awakening of spring.
'These clovers make a lovely scene
But when their petals fall
The wind will blow from lands unseen
And take them, one and all
Where they'll make another field green'
