Rusted curled,
Yet not forgotten.
A part of God's Eternal plan.
Here, now and forever;
Not misbegotten
A shard of beauty,
From a delicate hand.
Golden yellow,
Rustic red,
Veined rich
in Bulbous form;
To be buried deep,
In warm soft yielding earth,
Now...almost ready to transform.
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