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That’s Why

I feel I’m like the hollyhock

The last one standing in the season

All my friends are dead and gone

Why must we die, what is the reason?

We thought we could endure

We stood our ground together

But as summer turned to fall

We couldn’t tolerate the weather

I’ll soon be suffocated

When winter’s blanket covers me

My beauty will have faded

My friends await my company

I feel I’ve done my very best

I’ve dropped all of my seeds

They’ll be welcomed in the garden

Spring will satisfy their needs

When these new flowers bloom, people will say

How beautiful they are, far better than last season

I now understand why we had to die

The miracle of “rebirth” is the reason