Helena's Page

Scarlet and white Scarlet and white. A spray of delicate drops On the harsh snow. No one asked For the artful display. No one admired it either. No, not a single Person paused to look, To appreciate, To understand. Why do people fear me so? I am the elixir of life, And yet I am the symbol of death. What do you fear In a bit of harmless red? If not for me, The cold would sting you, The wind would bite you, The sun would wither you. When I am gone, You are without life, Without warmth, Without h… Continue