She was a daughter, she was a slave

She lived for the garden, and sheltered in caves

She watered her flowers, quite carefully so

For she knew if she picked them, soon withered they’d grow

She swung from the trees, and played amongst rivers

’Til cold months arrived, and caused her to shiver

She’d quiver unto, her cave of sweet yearning

For here she could rest, with fire a’burning

The snow it would tumble, and rest upon branches

The breeze it would blow, and upset the canvas

No longer lay sheets of undisturbed white

But splashes of colour that grew overnight 

She sat by her flowers, now crinkled and brown

Though how to revive them she knew only how

She’d wait and she’d watch, as stems scattered out

And deep from the soil, her plants did now sprout 

Their petals would flourish with colours of Spring

And pollen would stick to a bumblebee’s wing

The sun had returned, and the ice it had thawed

She swam through the waters and frolicked once more

Summer brought warmth and labyrinths of green

A hinge of gold light that was thrown in-between

It dappled and danced atop the moss floor

Bathing the forest in lavish decor 

She nurtured her flowers, as leaves turned to red

They fluttered and fell to their olive green bed

She skipped through the grass and the trickling streams

Breathing the light and the whitened sun beams

The branches now naked, the cave laced with frost 

The autumn had surfaced, and summer now lost

She played about branches and mountains of leaves 

And laughed in the solace the season did weave 

Her flowers now grown and beginning to wilt

She welcomed the cycle that nature had built

Young petals would form and thrive in the sun

And rain would soon fall ’til their blooming was done

She was a daughter of forests and flowers

She was a slave to nature’s great powers

She watered her flowers, quite carefully so

For she knew in their beauty, their spirits would grow