Nick Kasparie (3-30-94 / Quincy, IL.)
The flower planted long ago
Has reached its bitter end
No longer is it beautiful
It’s withered now and gone
The petals fell more frequently
When frost came to its stem
The ground grew far too hard and cold
But still its seeds live on.
The seeds of love will germinate
As Spring comes to its peak
The warmth that winter left behind
Is coming back with force
And once again, a flower lives
In ground where frost once ruled
As water melts from ice to dew
And follows nature’s course.
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