| My Garden |
| There is a garden, a secret place of wondrous beauty and delight. Where corners, neglected are a disgrace, because they never see the light. Weeds grow profusely with contempt, and bury the beauty, where it stays hidden. Decay sets in , where it's unkempt, pests gnaw and destroy, where they're unbidden. It all becomes tangled, dishevelled, a mess of thorns and barbs, the dangers within. It cannot be seen, appreciated unless, you get rid of the problems, begin again. The wall around it shuts the light out, allowing the withering to spread within. Get rid of the wall and without a doubt, you will see clearly, just where to begin. First weed out the problems, and chase out the bugs. Show the beauty without them, it will take a few tugs. as the debris is cleared, and the garden is lighter. It's not as bad as you feared, and you'll feel much brighter. There is a garden, a secret place, of wondrous beauty and delight. To see that garden, just look at your face, and see the wonder and show your might! |
| L.M.Ferricks (c) |
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