Left today but a dulled and tattered green stood against a gray summer sky, your red flowers only memories.
Who sees your aged presence as beauty?
Who knows the real hope held for new springs of lush joy?
Sadness for those who don’t know; sadness for those amazed only in blossomed days.
Dulled and tattered green stood against a gray summer sky, your red flowers not needed.
Today, aged wonders stood in summer elegance.
Rural Routes 
Awesome. Well done.
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