MY GARDEN

MY GARDEN IS EMPTY AND BARREN
NO SEEDS I PLANT SEEM TO GROW THERE
ONLY WEEDS SEEM TO APPEAR
EVERY TIME I PLANT A ROSE IT WILTS
EVERY TIME I SCATTER SEEDS, THE WIND BLOWS THEM AWAY.
MY GARDEN IS SO EMPTY.
I WONDER IF ANYTHING WILL EVER GROW THERE.
I TRY SO HARD TO MAKE ONE FLOWER BLOOM.
AND WHEN I THINK ONE HAS,
THE RAIN COMES AND WASHES ALL HOPE AWAY.
AND THEN I WAIT AND PLANT ANOTHER DAY.



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By Melissa Powell

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