Have you ever seen a rose under snow?

Instinct is to worry, for it may not grow

But then again, instinct isn’t always right

And there may not be a need for fright.  

Blanketing the ground, it’s white and cold

Though it’s also warm, if I can be so bold.

Snow protects her from the winter outside,

Where harsh conditions and ice can thrive.

Like a loving and tender hug, it grants heat

Which keeps the rose happy and complete.

She can rest at ease with disappearing worries

And it’s all thanks to those fluffy little flurries!

The winter can rage all day and all night,

But with that embrace, that insulation

The rose will be alright.