Under sunsets past and sunrises new,

Tended with love a garden grew.

A little seed buried deep,

No longer dormant or asleep.

Emerging from the earths embrace,

A floral notion in time and space.

 

From blushing pinks and purple hues,

That fade into softer, paler blues,

Hydrangeas gather their clustered heads,

As time speaks in riddles and woven threads.

Here they sprinkle petals on the ground,

Casting swathes of confetti all around.

 

Returning home year after year,

Inducing their eternal cheer.

Their legacy, a vibrant display,

A memory in bloom, lighting the way.

Linking us to past generations,

Connecting us to those who lay our foundations.

 

Look closer at the peony’s delicate face,

And where starshaped asters interlace.

These are not just blooms of fleeting grace,

But echoes from a prior time and place.

A scent of summers long since known,

From seeds of yesterday long since sown.

 

Each petal a chapter where stories unfold,

Love and laughter and memories of old.

Yet in their changes, a lesson lies,

Of transient beauty found beneath passing skies.

A living history for all to see,

This floral heritage passed down to you and me.