Thoughtful Gardener

I am not your gardener,

responsible for tending

your boundaries.

I have my own garden

to cultivate and protect. Respecting her seasons.

Tending her growth.

The wind

indiscriminately carries seeds

over my garden wall.

Some blossom beautifully,

unexpectedly adding an element

that until that very moment

I didn’t realize

was missing.

Elegantly shifting

the landscape.

Other seeds

are a Trojan attack.

Sprouting invasive weeds.

The longer I take to act

the farther its poisoned

roots reach.

Swiftly destroying

what’s taken years

to cultivate.

If carelessly removed,

it’s toxic seeds spread.

Multiplying forces

to claim my garden

for its own.

I have my own garden

to cultivate and protect.

Carefully choosing

what to nurture

and what to remove.

To keep it healthy.

To keep it mine.

Tilling rich soil

eagerly waiting

for the variable winds

to plant seeds of delight.

I have my own garden

to cultivate and protect.

Thoughtfully tending her.

Attuning to her changes.

Honoring what she needs

to thrive.