Frozen Spring
written by: Miss Kanishka
In frozen spring where shadows lay,
A fragile tree began to sway.
The winds would howl, the storms would beat,
Its branches thin, its roots discreet.
A gardener with a gentle hand,
Saw beauty in that modest stand.
She nurtured “trash,” praised its leaves,
And healed the wounds that no one sees.
Now blooms adorn the tree so fair,
Its strength revealed with tender care.
Yet, shadows linger, doubts remain,
But hope and light now break the chain.
Frozen spring now blooms the rain,
Leaning daily and growing again,
Until the woods quell the pain,
Until the woods quell the pain.
Kanishka is a poetess of solitude searing for peace via her every written piece. Her poems are published both nationally and internationally. Kanishka is also a Literary National Record holder.
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