She was a pointsetta
Her red leaves
Larger than any bloom
They sung brighter
That no snow on petals would out do them
She stood out
She didn't belong
A wish to incase her in her eternal warmth
However
There she wilted happily in the winter weather
A coldness she craved
It was wrong of me if I tried to stop it
How could something so warm like her
Thrive themselves in such unwelcoming places
