There is death in the water.
All of the beauty that spring wrought
is decimated as decay creeps into spoil what was once,
What can only be called,
unfettered beauty.

The kind of beauty that only can be created by nature.
The kind of beauty that we dream of raising in our own gardens.

But if it is true beauty

If it is natural
If it is easy
If it is steadfast

Consider the pine tree
It stays green all year round
Even in the darkest of days
and the coldest of nights.

Find the pine.