Our garden
The soil was rotten and sticky
Tacky like a mouse trap and no longer green like the tea is was steeped in
And so we gutted the garden, we dealt with our weeds, we killed off the pests, we fumigated
And for a while our garden was good it was not perfect, there were still mites and mosquitos and vines of poison oak but it was our garden
We tended to other gardens for a while, we watched as they would pull roots that belonged
We would reach out out hand to slap away their shears we would reorganize we would help
Sometimes in our innate belief that we must help we did more damage, sometimes we were the ones pulling roots, and using pesticides of bad nature
But our garden was still good.
And now our garden is dying.
Now we are pulling roots, now we are exterminating the worms, and the ants, and the spiders whom eat our mites
Now our mites grow in size. they are fat and greedy , and they eat and they eat until there is nothing to be picked
Now the water is dirty with oil . That is the water we have left to give , where the rest is going on well ask your phone I’m sure it will find some to give you an answer with
Our garden is dying. Our flowers have wilted. Our fruit have rotten.
What we have now is no garden because it does not give life as it takes .
What we have now is a cemetery or something close, something worse. if we do not change our ways.