Stalwart matriarchy, none could encroach,
Seasons changed, years and decades paid their toll,
Strong, gold green branches extended their reach,
As if to grab all the creatures on Earth,
And protect them in the den, by the hearth,
Only Time cares to hear their burdened cry,
It hurts to watch these flowers slowly die
I can see no good come from their demise,
These hills judge their disappearance with hate,
Prejudiced against the foul, phallic mass,
Whose endeavors to steal the mountains heights,
Drain the natural order’s energy,
Take from what’s left of the ecology,
Few remain, resisting and defying,
Lo! We witness The Marigolds’ dying,
Where would we otherwise be guided right?
In the safety of their comforting stems,
Resting the ground in the fields they rot,
The lessons that they taught remain the same,
Time is unkind and brings tribulation,
Time can also bring regeneration,
Wait a few years and revisit these fields,
Seeds of the Marigolds bring forth their yield.
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