It starts
With soil
A seedling
And lots...
Of tender
Loving care
From the Earth
Springs forth
Such beauty
Nature's pageantry
Graces us
For a time
That is much
Too short
Soon...
The pedals
Will wither
The leaves
Will drop
And all that remains
Is a withering stem
A reminder
That all things
Are fleeting
In The Garden
Of life
