It breaks my heart, but my sweetheart needs this garden space. As my lawn mower pushes you away, I watch the dust clouds float from your tops. I hope they contain prepared new life to seed, just in time before the cruel blades decimate you all. In the very dry season of 2018, you taught me you are at your best untouched by human hand. It turned out a fortune I did not find the time to cut you out of habit. And there you stayed the softest green against all other fields turning raw yellow. But now you must suffer again as we invite other humans over. The humans who are unfortunate to have missed your lessons yet. But as I keep other parts untouched for them to experience, I hope your sacrifice won’t be for nothing. For them to exhibit your resilience and to appreciate your wealth after all. So here my document to your sacrifice. Farewell and come back soon, I trust you are indestructible in the end.