A Garden of Love
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.
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