Hidden

As still as a statue, she
 overlooks the garden, 
frozen in time, staring at the green hills
that lie beyond.
She watches the flowers bloom 
in the spring, when nothing is gloom.
As time passes by,
the seasons turn.
The gentle autumn breeze says its goodbye
as winter returns. 
Clouds cover the sky
like snow covers the ground. 
The snow is a blanket,
burying her in its comfort. 
Months pass,
and the blanket slowly melts away. 
The sun greets her. 
The snow begins to make way
for spring to flourish once again.
She watches animals emerge from their den.
Months go by,
the garden is green once again,
and the hot summer air is dry.
She misses the flowers.
She enjoys the passing seasons,
watching them weave a new scene. 
She is hidden in the beauty of nature,
watching through the leaves,
overseeing the creatures that roam the garden.
With each passing day,
she continues to guard the garden. 
Keeping a watchful eye out, 
she sits beneath the leaves. 
Through the toughest drought, 
she perceives 
her view as beautiful.