Oh, when I drop that little speck in the ground
starts the clock on anticipation
waiting for the first sprout
then the leaves to grow thick and tall
cut down the first batch and let them regrow
meanwhile that bulb underground swells
white top pushing the soil from above
masking the subterranean purple
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