The Garden of Life

Weeds in the garden I sought to pull After all they were quite brown and dull Rain starved, many were shriveled and dried Trampled and flattened, how could they survive? I forgot about them as life got in the way And thought I would leave the pruning for another day. The heavens mourned as its bounty seemed lost The clouds shed tears and the winter brought frost Then the Spring sun smiled on the tiny weeds As they struggled to survive certain death it seemed The brown turned to green, and small flowers appeared The tiny weeds blossomed, and flourished over the years Our lives are weeds, often thought to be less Till they are watered, nourished and blessed Carefully prune the lost life with love Saturate with hope and grace from above Never lose hope for human weeds When open eyes take time to see. ©?Deborah M Kelly 2023