Withering flowers with fallen brown petals
Taken over by weeds rudely choking
The dry earth sharp sun beams like torches are burning
Wind ripping the life off my dreams
This once was a garden of flourishing dreams
With a harvest that nourished my soul
I'd bring a watering can everyday and feed gently
My dreams as they blossomed in full
There were daisies, pink roses, carrots and peaches
Peppers and squash near the fountain
Dreams of a future vivacious and plentiful
Overflowing in my garden of hope
But one day I ventured to water the garden
And saw for the first time only the weeds
Bitter and jagged, ugly and spiteful
All I could see was too many weeds.
I counted them, named them, I tried to ignore them
Thinking I'd prove to myself a great feat
But they pricked and they stung me, they tired me and jaded me
They told me to give up my dreams and go home
I feared I'd be lonely, I feared I'd go hungry
Braced myself for every fright you'd imagine
I saw all the reasons I shouldn't have dreams
And the reasons to keep them all disappeared
Seldom did I visit my garden thereafter
I shut it up tight with its mangle and mess
But a dread deep within me is swelling and bulging
And I refuse to believe this is it
Oh dreams, how I long for your sweet fragrance now
Oh, how I yearn for that blossom of hope
I tended you sweetly and you gave me light
Now into the darkness I grope
Dear reader, you too have a garden
I see in your eyes a subtle flash
And maybe like mine your dreams are untended
Overwhelmed by obstacles and fright
Let's imagine a world where our gardens are plentiful
Where you can smell hope everywhere.
Now I invite you to join as I kneel
And bring back my garden to life.
