Long ago, God walked through a garden.
Its residents were happy to care for nature.
They protected the health of it all.
For years this happy life continued.
Beauty ruled under the stars.
Flowers spread in endless colors.
Birds danced in aerial ballets.
A bolt of lightning struck one day.
The garden closed and troubles began.
The broken paths grew twisted.
The days were full of struggle.
Conflict and strife destroyed the garden.
As the weeds grew tall,
they choked out the seedlings.
Can I plant some flowers again?
W. Wayne B.
Poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Greased Lightning. By Taro Taylor [Image license]
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