All was bright in life for a time, fragrant, and fresh. Oh, how lovely it was to have those who gazed in my direction say “ahhhhh!” Then, things in life began to droop. My petals . . . where have they gone? At least my leaves are still . . . oh, no! Not my leaves as well?
How odd! Wow, it’s dark . . . day and night are all the same. What is to become of me? Hmmm . . . A new season is coming, someone said . . . I wonder . . .
Hey, something within me is feeling different, new! Maybe it IS a new season approaching . . . it is said that a period of darkness leads to a time when I will bloom anew! It simply takes the Master Gardener’s touch . . .
by Martha L Shaw – Copyright 10-15-2012