Finally I got down upon my knees
And pruned away the choking weeds
Invading my gold lantana
Prayers down always work
Unless they lead to willful action
Leggy the lantana had grown
And needed cutting of its own
Some straying branches had to do
Unfortunately without their flowers
Until finally only one was left
A new unfolding umbel
A bud made up of many
Tiny flowers woven in a whirl
Delivered from the evil
Of this too eager world
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