Written by: A Rock

Reaching out a smell of heaven seated on the roots of hell

Frost brought down the color purple, the color to please temptation

Able to laugh at the wind,

bend with rain

and barely shiver with the blanketing comfort of snow.

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There is one still clinging to color, still attracting passerby attention

i smile knowing the humor God displays

always there playing

and there is proof to all existence

the smell of lavender in the air.