Author Peter H. Lee Flowers bloom when it is warm; leaves fall when the days are cool. But, O pine , how is it that you scorn frost, ignore snow? I know now even your roots are straight among the Nine Springs. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments