My petals and my buds have been trampled.
Why do you reject me your very creation?
Slowly I wither alone.
The cut backs have made me beautiful.
Water your garden, take care of your garden.
At the right season, like a flower you will blossom.
Pruning too is a process
Even a tree has more hope, if it is pruned, it will sprout again
And new branches will grow.
With patience your flowers will open up.
Be observant of the abundance and fruits that sits on the stems.
Happy are those who gain strength from their wounds.