This is my garden - my joy, and my pride given to you.
Won’t you care for my lovely garden, make it precious to you?
This is your garden - red roses, yellow sunflowers, purple orchids, and baby blue bluets
Won’t you care for the flowers I’ve planted with my words and watered with my tears?
This is your garden - green grass, blue skies, crystal clear lakes, and white water streams.
Won’t you walk in the grass, breath the air and quench the thirst of your body and soul?
This is your garden - oceans deep and mountain peaks, black soil and white clouds.
Won’t you care for your lovely garden made for your delight and pleasure?
Is this your garden? Concrete and mortar? Cement and stone?
Will you destroy your garden with steal and glass, with oil and gas?
Is this your garden? Foul air and filthy water? Smog and waste?
Will you destroy your garden to build your world of wealth and greed?
This was your garden given to your care for your heath and well-being.
Will you destroy yourself by neglecting your life-sustaining garden?
This is your garden - flowers next to stone marking your place.
Won’t you lay there in peace and feed my lovely garden now.
The LORD God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it. - Gen 2:15
Author notes
Some of it seems forced to me. What do you think? How does it flow?
Written June 4th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Let me Hear a Rant by GreyTsunoXII.
300 points, ended June 28, 2004, 68 entries
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