Inhale.. Exhale..
You must be exhausted,
are you not, dear?
Inhale..
Exhale..

Breathe..

Come..
I'll share a few words..
So that spring would sprung once more
In this barren land of your heart..

You see..

The world is a beautiful garden..
Filled with pretty little flowers..
Each with a voice of their own

One of them is you.

Some would debate,
whether or not there is a gardener..
Either way,
you beautiful flowers spring up anyway..

Yes, you.
Beautiful sunlit marigold!
Waiting for the sun to shine on you
while on your own,
you show your colours
so
so
so

Splendidly!

True..
This beautiful garden could use a little tending..
But a garden is a garden nevertheless!
Thriving
Joyfully!

If let be.

True..
No flower lasts forever..
But isn't it much more meaningful that way?

Lovely, don't you think?

Think of it this way..
Sure there are weeds, and some flowers are..
Sick..
Should you...