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.
Before it is too late,
I must apply my spade and rake,
And do whatever it will take,
To restore order for goodness’ sake.
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.
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.
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.
This is an entry 4 Magpie Tale hosted by Willow at magpie tale
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