Grow They Did

Flowers bloom out of my scars,
and form a a garden.
Blessed with years.

The seeds took a long time to grow,
but grow they did.

A garden of trees,
branches intertwined with each other.
A familiar agriculture.

Roses bloom around the tree,
and nurture its growth with its mothering breasts.

They dance together in the wind.
The leaves sway, singing a melody,
for the decaying bark on the tree.
A requiem.

They are all one in this garden of time.

The seeds took a long time to grow,
but grow they did,
grow they did.