I was the garden that
you loved in the summer.
The one that you tended to,
and picked from.
But when fall came
my leaves began to drop to the ground
and the color drained out of me.
You were sad by the change
but that didn't stop you from letting winter bury me under.
Then when the snow started to melt away
you dug me up and revived me,
and by summer I was your garden again.