A lone flower grew in the garden of weeds
Blossoming to take in the sparse sunlight
Spreading joy in the patch with its vibrancy
Summer saw great weather and then in fall
But winter came to say goodbye with frozen ground
The translation came in a cold, cold breeze
The root of the problems hidden under hard soil
Sending a shivering death call up the stem
As each leaf and petal starts to sag in sadness
It rejoins the weeds without the sun
Gray clouds provide cover to this flower bed
Hoping for hope that spring will come again.
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