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!