Life everlasting...

...EVERLASTING

The garden, the garden, everything, the garden.

Where born, we live to die with pardon.

Holy Water

Is the blood,

Streaming through our stems

Since bud.

Sacrament,

Fertilizes,

When full bloomed

The world despises.

Penanced petals

Prepped to fall,

Garden requiem

Does call

Other souls,

In soil, His seed,

To the gardened

Blossomed breed.

Incensing all

With perfumed prayer

As gardener trims

And prunes with care.

For winter comes,

And colors fade

But scent...can't die...

It leaves as bade.

While once bloomed plant

Withers, no sound

A mulch for soil

And seeds in ground.

'Till back with scent

On harvest day

Together, forever

...Everlasting bouquet.