The branch was frozen,
Nothing more than a twig,
Easily snapped to pieces,
Ice crusted bark,

The child was tiny and closed,
She hid her face,
Her eyes were frosted over,
The little girl's heart was cold,

When the temperature warmed,
And the branches thawed,
A tiny bud appeared,
A new hope in life,

She watched the days grow warmer,
And suddenly she thawed,
A small spark of knowledge,
Grew with inside,

The buds of life,
Grew a great green,
And tiny flowers,
Poked their heads into the sky,

The small buds grew,
Her research amounted,
The growing feeling,
All along she was right,

In the months of the bloom,
The pinks flowers grew,
Spread their petals to the world,
Created a safe sanctuary,

Under the pinks petals,
The she who knew all along,
Her mind was really right,
Because this she, is he.