The Best of Me

Life's Garden

In response to 12gal12 tenth entry of "Inside my head"

People often compare life

To books, to plays, to canvases

And though they are like those things

Very much

I feel that life is like a garden

In the garden there are flowers

So pretty, so beautiful, so emotional

Some are seasonal and some last all

Year around

It is the fact that they are flowers that

Make them the same

Some are pink, some are blue

Others are white and golden

Some have spots, others have stripes

And a few of them even have eyes

But in the end, it does not matter

They are all flowers

In a garden there are also weeds

That scatter the beds to survive

And they eat up the life of the

Others

And force the flowers into

Suffering and strife

Now, if you compare life to a story

What is a story without its conflict?

Now compare it to a play

What did the actors do to get to the big day?

And to a blank canvas being colored in

What mistakes do you think it's painter did

That it's audience did not notice?

Now to the garden, let us see

Our world of flowers is cursed with weeds

But if you look around, you will see

That the flowers are still standing

I suppose that flowers are used to flowers

And weeds are used to weeds

But if you look around your beautiful life

There are more beautiful sentences to read