The Gardener
The knowing gardener is thankful
for the willingness of weeds
and wouldn't choose to cut
fresh flowers from their roots.
Best practice is to tend to loving,
to till and seed the ground for mettle.
We bend, then fold into the twilight;
no pride, no shame, in fading.
In loving dedication to our Elders, all.
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