The Garden


Such a precious plot of land
Lovely in its own right
Doesn’t really have a certain crop
Doesn’t really have a certain size
Such a precious plot of land
With soil that is so unique
For it can be dry and lacking water
Then very fertile the next week
Such a precious plot of land
One so chooses to keep
Its greatness depends on the owner
Who holds all the seeds
Of all the things that could be harvested
The owner decides that fate
For they can decide to plant love
Or they can decide to plant hate
The beauty of the garden 
Which is actually your mind
You can plant crops that will blossom forever
Or let the weeds overtake your life