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.