Every garden has weeds here and there
my garden has many.
Some are small and some are grand,
they express themselves fully in my garden.
Some of the weeds in my garden are
easy to remove with just a light tug.
Some remain despite my wishes and efforts
to remove them.
Yet, through it all, this is my garden.
It has much beauty to offer me
weeds and flowers and trees
and all, this is my garden
The flowers of my garden bring
dragonflies, and butterflies, and humming birds.
So I find it easy to look beyond the weeds,
to notice the graceful bows and blooms.
The wind gives the trees
a song by which to dance.
Their bows sway gracefully
In the breeze.
Life is like a garden,
one can focus on the weeds,
and all the things that the garden does not hold,
or revel in the joys that it presents.
I accept my garden weeds and all.
I allow the passions of its blossoms to shine through.
My rose climbs high like my hopes,
I choose them over my fears
Each season brings it’s own joys,
so I will tend my garden through it all.
Allowing the fruit and blooms as they come,
accepting the joys that they brings.
One cannot force a rose to bloom in winter.
Yet January brings the crocus’ lovely head,
and with it inspiration for my song,
if only I allow myself to see, and hear, and feel.
I commit myself to the joys of my garden,
weeds and all, it is mine after all.
Unlike any other, it gives me inspiration
that my voice may join the song of life.

