Kneeling in a garden bed,

Watching, listening, growing,

Waiting with breath.

Your attention feeds me,

Weeding, watering, 

tending me.

I present you

With the beauty 

of my blossoms,

The fruit of my season.

Harvested:

I am complete.

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