I’ve lived in a garden for years,
Red rose bushes grow wildly all around,
They surround me, their thorns and vines growing ever longer.
A man with hedge clippers finds me in the bushes,
He says he was once the keeper of this garden,
But was forced to move onto other things.
“The vines and thorns grow ever thicker and I worry for your safety.”
“But why would I,” said I,
“The roses brighten my day
The vines hide me from the rain,
And the thorns keep me safe!”
The gardener has a concerned look,
He said, “But you can’t live in this neglected garden,
The thorns will prick your skin,
And the vines will grow too heavy for you to move!”
I shook my head and sat down,
How could I ever leave my home?
Hesitantly, the man holds up his tool,
But the sun feels so warm,
And my skin is finally free to feel the fresh air!
Forever I will miss my garden…
But perhaps the gardener was wiser than I thought