Gardener surveyed the whole garden,
Immaculate fabrication
In constant, flawless bloom. That pair
Tending to this creation
Went about their tasks tirelessly
And without fault. All perfect!
Never did a petal shrivel,
Nor a leaf shed. In fact
Nothing would, nothing could, ever change.
So it was for this reason
Gardener knew dissatisfaction.
Without season on season
What purpose for Gardener at all?
Those diligent underlings
Were mere ornaments without
Challenges only flux brings.
Vivid spring appears so urgent
After winter’s perishing term,
Summer is defined by the fall:
Gardener introduced the wyrm.
Dave Alton
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