We must first want to,
then we must try,
patiently striving, to identify
what we are growing
and pull out the weeds.
What's left in our garden
are godly seeds.
Watered and nurtured
loved and caressed,
their fruits are virtues.
Our growth, happiness.
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Beautifully written. We must tend our garden very carefully for a fullfilling life. Thanks for sharing your lovely poem. Best Wishes, Marilyn