She stands
    a bastion
        bright and glowing
            against the bitter winter chill

Sheltered deep within the heart
    a warming green of new beginning
        her blossoms painted heart’s blood red

Each paintstroke a murmuration
    of loving prayer and gratitude
        of deep resolve and love of home
            of hope and courage, pure and kind

Amidst the mountain’s broken pieces
    she sings of welcome, peace, and joy

Her song so sweet of bright renewal
    that strangers blossom into friends