At the edge of the avalancheAt the glacier's icy rimGrows the flower of the snowfieldsTrembling in the wintry wind.It dares to live in edgesWhere naught else would ever grow.So fragile, so unlikelyAn owl slices through this blow.She dares the katabatsHer gizzard madly quivers,But for her dearest of friendsShe vows she shall deliver.Like the lily of the avalancheThe glacier's icy roseLike a flower of the windThe bright fierceness in her glows.The bravest are the smallThe weakest are the strongThe most fearful find the courageTo battle what is wrong.
by Kathryn Lasky
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The poem describes the resilience of life at the harshest edges of nature, vividly illustrating a flower that thrives on the brink of an avalanche. This flower, with its delicate beauty, represents fragile strength in an environment where few can survive. It faces daunting challenges, symbolized by an owl soaring through the storm, yet it embodies the perseverance to exist where nothing else would dare to bloom.

The poem emphasizes themes of courage and determination, showcasing how the smallest and seemingly weakest beings can exhibit the greatest bravery. It conveys the idea that true strength often lies hidden in those who appear fragile, encouraging a fight against obstacles and injustices. Through the imagery of nature’s extremes, the text inspires us to recognize and celebrate the valor found in unexpected places.

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