Arise

Prune my shrub, my self, I am so overgrown. Give the dying and withered to my roots for new nourishment alone.

Keep my treasured blooms, a natural bouquet for you.

Pour water to my soil, my soul. In time, I’ll bud, I know; These cuts will heal or bare new stems where, afresh, a rose may grow.

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