In Season

I wonder when you will decide,

I am no longer lovely.

When will you stop and think,

my, her bloom has faded.

I hope you see that my beauty is not in petals,

born at sunrise, dead at sunset,

but in the roots beneath that spread far and wide,

quiet and unrelenting.

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