Perennial
A perennial comes back every year
Regardless if others hold it dear
With the stuff for life again
Having survived the winter winds
The warmer weather makes it grow
With the things that survived the snow
And is like a growing child
Changing fast all the while
Most of the time the flower is winning
Without need for pruning or trimming
And is fine for a while
As the sun shines its smile
Yet there are certain stages
As the flower grows and ages
When it does need some help
With a rain soaking wet
And so it is that life goes on
For the little child that is sown
With an expectation few can wide
That the man will never die