February Girl Poem by Cassanndra King

Her leaves can not crumble
But the earth is telling her to tremble
She can not listen
And will not hear
The sickness is keeping her still

February girl
Winter comes and goes
She wonders will it kill
Flowers grow
She prays for the sun to show

That February girl
Winter is here and she hates the snow
Chilled to the bone
Oh how she hates the snow

Put on your winter coat
She wishes to be a oak and not a willow
Oh February girl
Winter will soon go.