The seed heads of the Honesty still shine

Protected by the sturdy wall behind

How many seasons shall I see again

Will death appeal with this unceasing pain?

The dark red leaves of shrubs display the sun

Leaves will fall the endless night wil come.

Creamy silver lucent sed heads split.

The seeds of this dear Honestly sail off.

The wind deports them on its outward breath

The seeds won’t fall near mother plants I know.

The wayward wind will take them where it goes.