Link to the contest: https://steemit.com/venezolanos-steem/@solperez/concurso-de-arte-y-escritura-133-y-ganadores-de-la-edicion-132-art-and-writing-contest-133-y-ganadores-de-la-edicion-132

A quiet song of leaves drifts with the wind through the garden.
It is her, the lady, our mother.
To her, we stretch our stems.

Drip. Drip.
Water flows.
The first leaf unfurls.

And there, further on, foxglove opens its buds.
Drip. Drip.
Water runs, like a river finding its path.
The pansies awaken,
their petals rise, dancing to the rhythm.

Drip. Drip.

The elder tree bends over the gardener,
perhaps in gratitude?
For the water that gave the rose petals strength.

"I will never prick her again, I swear to you, elder."
"And I will give her all my vitality,
all that I hold in flowers and fruit—
she will never fall ill again."

And the water kept dripping. Drip. Drip.

The gardener takes a breath, drowning in the scent,
wipes her forehead, smiles.
Grateful for their beauty, for their presence.

"I thank you, too, for being here."

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