Thahabu

For Jordan

You are gardens.
I say gardens plural not singular,
Because you’re too vibrant and resilient to just be one.
You’re made up of the most ethereal pastel roses,
And the brightest sunflowers,
Ain’t no way you just one.
Your soil keeps you grounded,
But you rise even from the toughest concrete,
And stick it through the worst droughts.
You are colorful gardens,
Among a dying field crop. ♦