With no secrets to conceal
A garden will reveal
Each facet of its glory
Every color being seen
Among the requisite green
Describes a detail of the story
Having nothing to hide
As her mood coincides
With the rites of the season
Respectful of the way
Her colors fade to gray
Not questioning the reasons
What seems to be conclusions
Is just shedding past illusions
Of scenes she left untold
The palettes of her history
Reflect no shades of mystery
So to not entrench her soul
No decisions must she make
To be real or to be fake
Cannot hide from her true color
While accepting without doubt
The new life that will sprout
The plan of nature's mother
To embrace the coming sequel
Which may or may not equal
The heritage of its past
With faith but not with envy
Her calm awaits the frenzy
When the time is right at last
Giving no excuses
Nor blaming past abuses
When her lushness is no longer
Assuring to return
With new lessons she will learn
To make her message stronger
She paints another chapter
While telling of its rapture
Makes no secret of its glory
This garden tells a story.
Author: Michele Crabtree
April 24, 2013
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