Tell Me How You Interpret It-
I walk in the woods,
grown over 22 years.
I see the flowers of joy and peace,
full in bloom.
I discover tiny thorny bushes,
of disappointments and gloom.
I walk deeper and reach a patch,
that is empty - untouched and rash.
I wonder if I could plant some creepers of love,
that would grow in that empty patch,
soften the rash- touch the soul.
Its pleasant smell would spread in the woods,
Adding a new colour to its charm.
I wonder what seed I should use,
for the woods so dear and so warm.
I would wait and judge- get real choosy..
even if its until next dawn.