Aster, of the the dessert,
you symbolizes love, faith and wisdom.
You're the one which is scented,
filling my air with the scent of joy and love.
Then, you stopped blooming.
Is it the summer sun you're not getting?
Is it the pests that wasn't killing you but had knocked you down and leaving you to wither, thus giving you an unhealthy appearance?
Is it the infection in the fusarium wilt from the soil that have wilted you down to the ground?
Ravaged, torn and dying.
I'll pulled the infected linking plants by the roots, and i'll burn them down.
I'll moved you away from the fusarium wilted soil,
I'll plant you back in my soil, free of pests and watch you bloom again.
In my care i'll see to it,
with my love, i'll bring back my Aster,
back to the blooming purple love, wisdom and faith,
while your scent filled my air and occupy our garden joy,
back to how i see it to be.
My Aster,
my love, wisdom and faith...
©seahorses
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