Rally (a poem of ciboulettes like people)
Hi, poetry lovers.
It's a common thing a person seems to recover from their illness right before their demise.
Rally
The earth has become ill.
So the ciboulette blooms bright
and has their snowy darlings
bear its lively seeds.
This blooming is by no means
a display of vitality,
but the plant prepares to die.
It wakes up and shines.
And then, perhaps too soon,
it dies.
Thanks for reading
Picture and text are my own.
Logo designed by @octocel
Perhaps their briefly rallying has something to do with the placement of the Moon in the sky as its energy doth moveth in relation to where the stars and planets were placed on the day that they were born.
How beautiful are the flowers of chives. They are purple, here.
Hi, @lanniebrockstein ☻
The moon and the planets remain a mystery to me (one which fascinates me, though).
I think the color of the little flowers depends on the kind of chives. These ones (pic) taste like garlic. It's a sad thing they flourish when they know the earth is not good enough anymore.