Have you seen the old man’s garden?
Have you heard of what he’s done?
Deplumed from skies of opal,
From us, he stole the sun —
And he claims he did it all
For his beloved Chrysanthemums —
But stolen light bears stolen heat,
And chrysanthemums, you see,
Cannot themselves be bloomed
While wholly consumed
By the scorch of a red star
That should have held its warmth
From afar.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 7:48 AM UTC
Have you seen the old man’s garden?
Have you heard of what he’s done?
Deplumed from skies of opal,
From us, he stole the sun —
And he claims he did it all
For his beloved Chrysanthemums —
But stolen light bears stolen heat,
And chrysanthemums, you see,
Cannot themselves be bloomed
While wholly consumed
By the scorch of a red star
That should have held its warmth
From afar.
