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
to be reborn
from the remains
of what once was
a reminder
that all things
are transitional
in the garden
of life
