While people struggle to gain power,
They also taste bitterness, both sweet and sour.
When plants are abused by showers,
The Garden can barely bear any flowers.
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Before it is too late,
I must apply my spade and rake,
And do whatever it will take,
To restore order for goodness’ sake.
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I turn the soil loose and flat,
I sow fresh seeds out,
Not sure what I will get,
But keep trying is what life is all about.
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The soil may be irrigated by tides,
A virus may eat the heart out of my sides.
I don’t know what type of plant survives
As time and nature sluice away our lives.
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Solutions are sought 2 solve problems,
Keys are applied to unlock doors.
How a key fits into a key hole to do wonders,
It depends on concrete situations of yours.
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This is an entry 4 Magpie Tale hosted by Willow at magpie tale
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