Four Thistles grown so close together

Their flowers as delicate as a feather

With roots secure they would depend

On each other in rain or wind

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But on one stormy day of winter

The ground would crack and one would splinter

Where that one stood the ground is bare

The others seek but she’s not there

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Gathering strength to understand

What happened in this frozen land

Was not of choice or of fault

But a painful winter’s tragic result

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Lost but in the their hearts not gone

They watch her seed now carry on