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.