On the razors edge , there is poignant elegance

Beautiful poise, precariously in balance

Amidst the fury of the fire raging beneath

She stand resolute in her calmth

Not helpless but in knowing Nature’s ways

That in time all is well back to base

Beauty on the outside burns off into the ember

Leaving an ashen pile of dust to remember

Yet deluding the fury in being uprooted

In the strength of the grounding firmly rooted

Leaving an evergreen picture of poise

She has that stoic stance of grace

A pose of composure on destiny’s face

In spite of a life abruptly denied

She is the beauty of Grace personified !

Savvy Raj