The Master Gardener

Seemingly unattended,
A flower almost died,
Until the Master Gardener,
Poured in fresh life.

The petals un-withered,
And stretched out like new,
Spirited color poured out,
In every shade and hue.

A fresh scent was created,
Along with a melody,
The flower blossoms,
Quickly, yet restfully.

© Regina Mast 2017

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