• The blood red sunset slowly gives way
    Letting the calm serenity of twilight to approach.
    All is quiet, nothing stirs.
    All is silent, yet everything is heard.
    The slight twitch of a leaf unfurled
    By the smallest snowflake seeking refuge
    Brings back life to this silent clearing
    Which is slowly being suffocated in crystalline snow.
    The moon shines down on a lone rose,
    Which looks like it should wilt from the cold.
    The will to survive thrives even here,
    Where all but one perishes in a dark, crippling, icy embrace,
    This one soul never wants to be erased.
    Glistening with ice, this soul is immortalized
    The blood red rose stands out as a sign of hope,
    One of Love and joy
    A beacon in this darkest hour,
    One that will stand the test of time.