I’ve slept so long, I’m barely living.
My vivid tones fading, petals shriv’ling,
planted in stillness, dying dismally.
And since it came, last year’s first frost,
this one has endured with voices lost.
It was the beginning of the last finale.
Even lacking loud complaint,
no doubt I waited for the rain!
Can you blame me? It’s my right!
Expect explosions blooming bright!