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By Mike Mahn
The Mandevilla died on Tuesday following a killer frost. Its blooms, its foliage --- all was lost. We buried it quickly, covering up the roots. And even took down its trellis, to boot.
An empty place remains where once the great plant grew, Delivering fresh blossoms with each morning’s dew, Abundantly and beautiful, the pink petals so distinct, Offered freely to all and providing a link
To the beauty of nature, to the majesty of God, To the wonder of creation, from treetops to the sod, To the joy found in simple things, profound or sublime, To the inner parts of the heart within you and I.
Death came to our garden and the year now seems spent, Though much still remains and I cannot dissent From the inexorable forces that give life and take away, So long as we may recall the Mandevilla in its day.
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