I am strong and I am resilient.
Yet I am delicate at my core.
As the days grow warmer people pass me by and I'm left unnoticed.
I can see the whole world from where I hang.
It's a beauty that is like no other.
As days turn into weeks the wind blows and the days get longer and colder.
Yet it is at this moment that my beauty ignites, like a fire burning wood.
I am like an ember, I rise high into the sky then fall to the ground and fade away as the days pass me by.