Beautiful dewdrops atop the stigma, encircled by plum-hued petals.

The gardener tends his most prized medals,

Plucking away the white rosey weeds,

And adding in the dandelion seeds.

Hidden among the garden, a willow tree grows

Its pitiful leaves sway from all they know,

But they cannot fly free and tangle up like a bow

What a beautiful garden you see, vibrant as it is,

Only this garden is not theirs but solely his.

A garden is meant to show love from man and nature.

A mutual compassion and care from each other.

But nature is hindered, "Because I love you"

A garden of love is what others may see,

But really, he rid nature of her natural beauty.