I gaze upon the garden taking breath from life within
and venture thought of comparision with my foliage friends.

I look upon their beauty of natural grace and form
scattered 'midst the winter's death and cutting-edged thorn.
So eager to rest their weary heads,cast aside, spent, unfound,
willing to linger for a moment's breath upon the coldest ground.

Holding solid the roots of their convictions among the strangling weeds,
Willing to sacrifice themselves for another blossom's needs.
Proprogating..Germinating..Seeking to add beauty to our world
in every type of shape and use, their existence to unfurl.

Lasting only just as long as someone cares to share
a loving touch, a passion, for it to grow so fair.
But then to lie in waste by nature's raging storm
if no one shows the haste to protect its gentle form.