A garden grows,
Lost among the trees,
Forgotten in the forest,
Yet still flowering amongst the leaves.
As the seasons settle in,
With bitter winds, hard summers, and torrential rains,
This garden struggles to meet the new year.
Yet a day always comes when the flowers bloom.
More vibrant, and alive than the last.
A special day.
It is this day that the garden celebrates.
The day it remembers most of all.
The memory of the seeds stretch forth and grow.
The toiling of the soil,
The love of the hands checking the leaves,
The weeding of the vines that strangled.
The gentle blanket from cold.
The gardener is gone.
Yet the garden re