Even with the onslaught of winter, some flowers refuse to yield to nature. They won’t give in despite the overwhelming forces aligned against them.
Yes, I’m granting powers to plants — thinking, free will, emotions — that to our knowledge don’t exist.
Nevertheless, I admire their determination whether it’s real or not. I’ll gladly accept motivation from perennials.
Ultimately, the flowers will succumb to winter. Come spring and summer, new blooms will return. I prefer to believe they’ll be the same ones, reborn.
