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the tulips i gave her wilted

so she cast them aside

drawing into herself instead

they were white, the tulips,

white and pure and 

everything a tulip should be

and they wilted

so she cast them aside...

they landed on the wayside

to be covered with clay

wilted, unwanted and cast away

they froze over, 

sinking into the deep

and she forgot them

for they were wilted, after all,

and a wilted flower is

good for nothing

but to be cast away 

buried like all broken things

ah, but the earth does not cast away

where she saw wilting only

the earth saw opportunity for change

and taking their bulbs

and breaking down the chaff

and giving them nourishment

and a safe place to rest,

the earth waited on them,

singing them a gentle lullaby

until the last frost flickered dead

and the winter wilted 

and the spring upgrew

and with it were born 

the tulips anew

no longer white

no longer pure and innocent,

naive...

they grew in reds and yellows,

purples, pinks and tangerine

and she who discarded the tulips

became enraptured by their beauty 

and plucked them up again

and cherished them as long as 

spring gave them growth

as long as the pleasant months 

gave them over to bloom

you see, tulips wither away

but only for a season

only for a rest

and then

one day

when those beautiful tulips

wilted away

she cast them by the wayside

and the earth covered them with clay