In the Garden of Love

In the garden of love You might have never planted seeds But in hundreds in the farthest corners Swing in waves the heads of unwanted weeds Before they become tall and ugly And prevent anything beautiful from flourishing Feed them not with sweet water Check them all before comes the spring In your lovely garden You might not see any pest with a naked eye But in thousands secretly they gather And at the roots or under the leaves like a cloud they lie Before they become menace And destroy all the plants before blossoming Give them not any chance to spread Spray insecticides before comes the spring.