Because a flower grew and came to bloom last season—last year—many seasons and years ago—

fulfilling its promise of life and beauty, of sustenance, and propagation of seeds for future seasons and years—

fulfilled, and then lost to the seasons of time and changing weather—

the beauty of it lost to the gnarled greenery that overtook it—

does the beauty of what has bloomed since, and blooms now, erase the beauty of what did grow once?

Does the beauty and the life that was so abundant seasons—years—ago, mean any less, become any less beautiful because it grew many seasons and years ago, and only the memory of it remains like the soft fragrance of a flower on the wind?