Love blooms in four seasons

In my past existence, circumstance sowed my roots deep into woods of foreign soil, slowly I ascended spreading my wings, yearning to be evergreen, blossoming in summer with glossy verdant leaves - I became the soul of the earth. Yet, I never belonged, among a promenade of silver skinned pines, who mocked my rough brown bark. I was born to flourish in a tropical oasis, so autumn winds stole my diverse petals. I stood vulnerable with bare branches shivering in silence. Snow fell gently, as my crumbling core began to rot. Fate slashed at my anchor like a mad man with an axe, until I collapsed with my sap bleeding dry. I was left to slumber in melancholic meadows, abandoned in murky misty moors. In death, I pondered, will anyone miss me in times of; silence, anger, tears, smiles, laughter and regret? Although they cannot hear nor see me, will they still feel me in their hearts? When they gaze at the night skies. Will they find me among the stars? Lost in thought, yearning stardust and moonlight melodies, my soul connected with an ethereal spirit, an aromatic aura I had never felt - I was finally found. Her soft lotus touch roused a fluorescent glow. Our hearts illuminated resembling the golden orb. As my beloved portrays me in her poetry, we wander in fields of forever, commemorating instead of cremating memories. Her devotion plants a special seed in her bronze orchard, creating an immortal poetic garden - where we bloom as flowers in all four seasons.