Don't die, stay longer, little one,
expand your root and wait with blossom!
Your procreation drives you dry,
drop all the flowers to survive.
Just live, and fog will overrun
this bloody heat - and life is awesome.
You went to seed -
And this is it.
Reshape and rise?
New genes, new season, new attempt -
and life continues after end.
A poem by Lena Nechet.
Seedling, Plant, Procreation, Blossom, Survival, Gardening