In my garden is where I find peace,
Pulling the weeds, watching things grow.
In my garden I don't know,
what will come up,
what will be eaten.
It is here that I don't try to beat
those bugs that eat what I plant.
Oh, i try in small ways to stop them,
but is it here that small disappointments
float on the breeze.
Yes, I often sneeze,
pulling those weeds.
But when you have found your peace of mind,
it doesn't really matter,
come what may.
As long as those vines stay out!
Wednesday, June 11
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