The Garden of Humanity
Each liken to a flower, shrub or tree
are the many shades of color, shape and size
in these beds of humanity.
As in nature perfection and imperfection abound
some tall, some short, some thin, some round.
With God's grace we breathe the sweetness of air.
With man's greed, lust, arrogance and lack of care
the breath of life becomes foul beyond compare.
Man's self importance like too much water rots our roots
and in time weakens and destroys all that is beautiful in
The Garden of Humanity.
Copyright © Terry L. Allen | Year Posted 2012
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