My Garden

Take a walk in my garden,
smell the flowers of death,
petals falling everywhere..
Smell the flowers of hate,
horrifying sprites of anger..
Pick the flowers of pain,
with thorns that cut you deep.

Take a seat in my garden,
on the bench we call Shiloh..
Listen for the birds of beligerence,
hearing your every thought,,
Listen for the fox that's hiding,
watching your every move..
Listen for the buzzing of bees,
the sound will drive you crazy!

Take a moment in my garden,
to gather your every thought..
Would you last here?
Would you kill it all?
Or would you manage it and help it grow?