Untouched by human hands,

Beauty retained in innocence

Wisps of divinity seep out of the soil

And roots draw nutrients from the soft earth

How wild it looks amidst these pale daisies.


I tend to other flowers

But the rose does not beckon

It may never,

But the truth is

This garden may cease to exist

Without it’s presence.

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