she stands in all her glory and splendor. in her garden of life she is surrounded by her men in waiting as she waits her time to change. the heat of the morn opens her bloom. her thirst is quenched from the dew of her men. they hold those tiny drops within and give her drink in the heat of the day. they give her comfort as her time grows near. each one will fall to the ground when the time is right, leaving only one standing for her delight. she finally gives way to her season as her bloom fades. until next spring will she emerge in all her beauty and she'll once again fill the earth with a sweet, still fragrance.