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Origins are told

The garden's stories remain

Past remains unchanged

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Nature is growing, our true roots are showing, flowers blossoming, spring is near. As the flowers grow, so do we, constantly changing us and our history. Roses grow and we slowly show, our true selves slowly forming.

Flowers are still, where is that past thrill? Flowers are now neglected, the warmth is passing, as winter starts arriving. Snowflakes drop as bodies flop, yet the cold keeps engulfing.

Nature is still, most no longer thriving. As the flowers wither we do too, no longer blossoming, we shrivel and dry until we almost die. The cold withers us, and nature too, yet a new year is coming to plant us anew.