Rhododendron
In a realm of frost, you bloom, a rhododendron fair, Amidst the chilling winds, you dare to bear, With twisted branches, a story yet untold, No pampered care needed, in these tranquil space. But deep within, a yearning for attention lies, Like the flower needing rain to bloom, you seek ties, A gentle touch, a kind word, can make your heart ignite, And in the warmth of love, your spirit takes its flight. Unnoticed, dismissed, like firewood's fate, But in your tender petals, medicinal secrets await, To many, you may seem common, an everyday face, But in your uniqueness lies a charm, a grace, Endemic to your soul, a rarity refined, A one-of-a-kind spirit, a treasure to find. In the heights you dwell, in solitude profound, A symbol of resilience, where few are found, You've grown in harshness, and still, you rise, Thrive to bloom, like the rhododendron's prize.