In the clarity of hindsight,
everything beautiful that I have seen dissolve
has done so as a result
of my own self-undoing.
I am like a garden once unnurtured.
Everything with potential withered unwatered.
Today I bloom
under and above ground.
Lush and lavish green,
a rainbow of fragerance,
plump and pollenated.
I am the provider of the sun and rain
which offers this bountiful harvest before you.
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