Inspired by the Dubuque botanical gardens

We planted seeds with the words on our tongues
Our hands and knees in soil
We watered the small, but growing leaves
And dreamed of their blooming flowers.
Walking the garden day and night
We would stop to thin the weeds
Watching the bees and butterflies circle
Stems bending in the breeze.
Here you stand, bloomed at last
Your pedals open to the sun
But mine have fallen off and seeded
For the next autumn to come.
Different flowers, but still the same dirt
We shared and spread and grew
And the birds came in and picked us apart
Scattering what we knew.
How we grew apart is uncertain
We could sit and account all the reasons
We both found love for the sun and the earth
We just thrive in different seasons.