It’s only a matter of time. said he
before you become the vibrant garden that you once were
All the flowers desiring to grow in you once again;
The suns of the world
will give you the warmth you need
and the clouds will pour on you
just the way you so seek.
and I, the weed that I always have been
will uproot myself
from where I don’t belong…
The garden that you talk about, replied I
was built upon a foundation of seeds
so lovingly scattered by you;
I blossomed, unseen by the world
so long you tended to me.
My fragrance began to spread but I lay hidden
waiting as always to be nurtured only by you;
My gardener that you once were
lost interest in the flower you made me.
The winds came and threatened to blow everything away
I stood lackluster yet firm on my two feeble feet
muttering till the end
My gardener you shall always be…