Symbolism in a Poem

Starts with a blade

Of grass, sticking

Straight up, knifing

Through the filth.

A gentle hand grabs

At it, to ignore

The other weeds.

Replanting at the break

Of dawn, to carve

Into the garden grime.

A garden, though deceptively

Lovely, carries posionous

Snakes, bees, and spiders. 

Beware the pretty temptations

Of a twisted idea called lust,

And know that the test

Of time should garner support,

That leads to respect

And finally communication.

If confusion reigns, 

Read the last 

Word in each distracting

Statement, and know

Only four are not a falsehood

When thoughts wander

To true love.