Marigolds'
So as one begins walking, is there nowhere left to go?
To carry-on is the Marigolds' only reason found to grow
Red and orange incredible the closer that they glow
Cornucopias of shapes they have; but never a perfect row
Rich variations beautifully subtle is the show
In our mournings; kindness, and solidarity, they're left in tow
However, ruthlessly; what they give left to burn in snow
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