Passion Abound
The mountain of green was rising next to me,
I was terrified of the impending avalanche!
This enormous green heap was slowly matched in magnitude by a brown one,
casting a shadow over me.
As the mounds grew larger I had one thing on my mind;
I needed to finish!
I stood back as I was certain no more mountains needed to be built ;
And reflected on the yellows, pinks and oranges.
I spotted a bee buzzing and a butterfly sipping.
I had done well.
The ugly, weeded area was replaced by a designed landscape.
My passion. My peace. My pride.
My garden. The one thing I could not live without.
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