Before finishing the germination

The pink camellia with its carnation

The verdant petals bloomed in the cold

With little time to hold

They wilted and cried

With little left to pride

They withstood the harsh winter nights

Without so much as putting up a fight

 

The evenings grew darker and the flora dissipated.

 

The garden was no longer a sanctuary 

Instead it had become an unpleasant cacophony 

Left to rot in the pain

Unable to protect from the rain

The camellia japonica withered away

Without so much as a word on what to say