Even these stones gathered in a bowl
Cannot contain their secrets long
And of course the amaryllis among them
Standing tall and fearless is forced
To bare her beauty to us all falling apart
Her four brave trumpets collapsed balloons
Making death look foolish and small
Forgetting the seeds she's buried inside
The dark passages of her reappearance
Her roots slow suffering among the stones
Her thick leaves licking the passing light
Straining for another victory of her own
Nothing more feeble than a flower to reveal
The secret immortality of the earth
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