Weeds

 I often refine life problems to weeds.  
Simple weeds in the soil , spread around the fine lands of our world

Flowers for me, are simply the good in my life. Memorie's if you will

The flowers in that fine soil, represent the good in my life, and the weeds being the bad

Weeds come in all shapes and forms, just like life problems do

To rip a weed out from the soil by the tip, is only to make the nature bed look pretty

It's a stunt

See, we can pull at those weeds, cover them up with more flowers and soil. But these roots are still deep deluged in there. We just can't see them clear

If we don't pull the roots out, the weeds grow back. They grow back with force, and they kill the pretty flowers

Gardeners use tools to kill their weeds.Perhaps some weed killer?
But how effective are these remedies?
How will we know which ones will work?
 
What may work for you, may not work for me. Why should you force your tips and opinions on my garden? 

My garden grows wild, these weeds just won't stop

No matter how many pretty flowers I grow in my garden, it will never subside for the grief it causes when they tarnish and ruin

My garden is one that keeps on growing, and so I grow with it

All gardens have weeds. It doesn't matter how pretty they present themselves to look

Nothing lasts forever, and wether it be weed killer or garden tools, my weeds will die down and my flowers will grow
 
The circle of life stops for not a single sole. Be kind to your garden, for you only get one

My garden is precious, and it is my job to take care of it. I will always have to re- plant and de -weed my soil,

but I will do it MY WAY