Garden

Many flowers  
Have come  
And gone  
Whilst tending to this Garden  
And  
Though I miss the hue  
Of a passing few  
Their vivid colors  
My view  
Once knew  
 
As the seasons  
Set to change  
Some annuals remain  
But  
Come spring rain  
My garden  
Is never quite same  
 
For  
By the summer sun  
Many flowers  
Have come  
And gone  
Setting my view  
Anew  
Though   
from same soil
And  
Bathed in the same  
Morning dew