draft 1 of allusive poem

when she woke up this morning and saw the rusted foliage,
it was time to work.
she saw what could be, and instead chose
what should be.
"preparation is key."
she has a shield around her, to protect her from harm.
you may push her off course,
but only for a while,
for she knows what's to be done.
at the very same time, she is aware that she is small.
she is an insignificant significance.
but she will never give up.

it is hard to watch him have so much fun.
but fall is almost over and there is lots to be done.
she holds a certain amount of pity for him.
even as he frolicks in the sun.
but with time, she will be given the chance
to scoff and to laugh.
for now, though, she is focused,
and when time comes, she will not be abashed.
for anyting she needs,
they are right in her hands.