The Garden Fade

There is a garden on the patio,  it struggled all summer to stay alive.  Planted where it didn’t belong but fighting for life it some how lived.  Producing very little, all energy put into existing.  Now, as fall begins in hours, the leaves are brown and stained.  Still struggling to be alive, struggling to be beautiful and productive, with every passing day she dies.  Is she really rooted some place wrong?  Is it she has wasted all her energy?  Is it the season has run it’s course and her time is over?