My Garden
Near the center of my garden
lies a broken faded rose..
once alive with beauty
a gentle wisps of prose..
But no rain came to water
no sunlight to bring life,
a sad and lonely garden
like a unattended wife.
So with tears of disappointment
I watered all the rest,
and hope that through some pruning
I could keep what was left.
Though the rose is dying
its life was not in vain,
it brought joy and gladness
to a life once filled with pain.
Cultivate your garden
prune it with your love,
nourish it with promise
committed like a dove.
Then rain will come to water
and the sun will come to shine,
and maybe even a rainbow
because you spent a little time.
lies a broken faded rose..
once alive with beauty
a gentle wisps of prose..
But no rain came to water
no sunlight to bring life,
a sad and lonely garden
like a unattended wife.
So with tears of disappointment
I watered all the rest,
and hope that through some pruning
I could keep what was left.
Though the rose is dying
its life was not in vain,
it brought joy and gladness
to a life once filled with pain.
Cultivate your garden
prune it with your love,
nourish it with promise
committed like a dove.
Then rain will come to water
and the sun will come to shine,
and maybe even a rainbow
because you spent a little time.
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