Pretty flowers still bloom, although they may have seemed to die,
Openly they live in splendor, and bleakness they continue to defy;
Indifferent, the flowers remain strong, in petals and stalk,
Nothing deters them from their mission and their flock.
Soothing are they, to the interest of the eyes,
Enduring are they, in ceremonial reprise;
Timeless flowers of beauty and tranquility,
Triumphant, these beauties will make you smile daily,
Independent, yet magnificent as they stand alone,
Angels of Earth, Christmas at your fingertips, Christmas you have grown.
