Oh how the garden grew once;
When it was young and new and green,
It blossomed and sprang with life.
Nothing was impossible for it,
no withering plant nor invasive pest
could come against it’s strength and beauty.
The gardener was always tending
to it’s needs and giving it fresh water
and the precious time that it deserved and craved.
Then, as time went by,
the garden stopped it’s blooming;
it’s petals and shoots of green
began to dry and shrink
until the lush foliage shrank to dismal ruin.
Time came against the garden,
because of the neglect in it’s upkeep.
Mistakes made over and again by the same gardener
who lost himself in his own, selfish and petty needs
and denied the garden
the precious water and love it craved.
He defended the way he was spending his time
away from the flowers and the tender plants
that needed his love…by denying it was his doing;
that he had to be about other things…
So finally, what was once beautiful
now stood withered, dried and,
gave up it’s purpose,
not because it wanted to–
but because of his his uncaring heart,
and without the water of his love.