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 !