Walked to the garden to plant a seed
These I prepare, all that you need
The light, the water, the air, the sow
My dear beloved, may you grow
The birds sang, the dog tail wagged
Even the eagle, proud and tagged,
So I planted more, I longed to see
A garden full of life and glee.
But weeds appeared, a sudden show
I pulled at one, and more they grow.
I pulled at two, still others more.
Who sows these thorns? is there a foe?
Shall I throw or shall it grow?
It is a question, or am I woe?
Their roots run deep, but not in right.
Choking light and stealing sight.
So I knelt low and asked the ground,
Why are you silent, no hopeful sound
The soil is tired, it holds old grief
Roots everywhere, no space to dream
Yet in the dark, the promise stays
A whispered hope through weary days.
For even in a garden torn,
Hope is a flower still being born.
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