Forever bloom


Some say, “Past her prime”…

Too weak and weighed down.
That shine is now dull.
Her bloom is long gone.
There’s no hope in sight.
But I see a stalk.
Still strong and so tall.
Stretched high to blue sky.
Faithful friend to the sun.
Until light fades to dark.
When she’ll be at rest.
Sharing fruits of the harvest,
Becoming next year’s very best.

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