It's the Weak that Confounds the Mighty
After months of their underground conveningTime had come to desist from further meeting,The Old Man was about to meet his match,Warriors hidden from his eyesClad in delicate disguiseNow prepared to execute the plot they'd hatchedSheathed in white their sharpened swordsAt signal raised in one accordPierced through snowy cover of the enemy shield,Tiny bells rang their successVictory pins of green on dressTheirs the first win to take back the frozen fieldWho'd have thought the gentle flowersCould defeat the Icy King?Valiantly the lowly snowdropsUshered in the reign of Spring!© 2019 Karen DiProspero