In walking the road
We are too worried about pot holes
In every twist and turn we are looked anxious
But the thorns we keep
Within us the bad seeds we grow
Are callously overlooked
In the garden the way we clean weeds
With the same intensity and urgency
We need them to be removed.
weeds grow in every garden that is why we each need a good gardener excellent 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loved the poem...the choice of words are so very apt for the thought.