The Flowers
I spied a hidden garden
Among the hills of gold
A glorious garden
Alive with brilliant flowers.
Their colors beckoned to me
As if to say,
"Come, see my splendor
And drink of my beauty."
As I looked at the garden
I saw two bright, special flowers
Their petals touched each other
And their leaves were intertwined
Their colors blended and
Their roots ran deep.
I left the garden happy of heart
And filled with joy.
I wanted to pass that way
Again soon.
As spring turned into summer
I remembered the garden
And hastily ran through the hills
To spy it again once more.
As I approached the garden
A strange silence settled in
I saw that there were some
Flowers in bloom
Though less than before.
At long last I found my special flowers
But then my heart began to break
For what I saw wounded my soul.
My special flowers had faded
And where once petals and leaves
Has so lovingly embraced
A wild weed had taken
It's place.
So carefully I pulled the weed
And tended to the flowers.
And afterwards
My soul found peace
And my heart sang for joy.
Written on 1/16/2014
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2015
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