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To draw is to look inside
And see the picture that seems to hide
Today I saw a garden inside
I no longer waited for it to come out. I took and threw away my pride
And sketched a flower that was in me
The ability to see the invisible and make it a reality
The forging of love in gardens of flowers each day
What we grow and what we sow comes into play
Just thinking about a dragonfly
The ability to fly around real high
Around flowers, beautiful towering structures
It may not look the same, but it would look like that to a bumblebee
A place where one could dip one’s creativity
And create the value of pollen and honey
What a garden an imagination would have to be grown
To think that honey would come from something like a drone
Who would bring those things that create nectar and help flowers and fruit grow
The value of love and a garden that is sown
For we are the garden for others each day
To come into the understanding of what is in play
And what we make happen as we forge our day
And change the path and the variety of the day
Here it is: the garden and you and me
Take up the pen and bring a new identity
In blossoming again, and retiring old
The flowers that were once young become old
And so are the ideas, the stereotypes that we see
Or the inability to really see who we could be
Flowers come back and grow again and again each year
We should continue to grow and adjust what it is that we see and hear
And become and fashion ourselves even in what we wear
Have a current look, and don’t always look like we’re in disrepair
For the rose is beautiful, it works very hard
To make sure they blossom and bloom and look good to you and me
The tulips have their continuity and status in a particular way
The structure that they give like a garden at the end of the day
Must be trimmed and cultivated from the ground until even after they’ve grown
They have to protect themselves from the insects and the weather to understand what they can be
And that is our integrity each day
Those are the ideas, and things we have to grow, and watch the things that we say
For we cannot retreat or retrieve those words once they’re sown
They have the ability of being in the atmosphere, like the fragrance that we smell or the colors that we see
We don’t want to labeled “crazy” or even “careless” or “reckless” or “obtuse”
That’s not the variety in the garden that we really want to run loose
We don’t want to be the weed that would stop others from growing each day
So we wouldn’t want to be that variety at the end of the day
No, we want to be the positive, beautiful sunflowers that others see
We want to know that we grow in large numbers and add beauty to all that we can be
And cut down or even dried out, we’d add life to what was often still
We might want to be lilies or roses or even still
Just beautiful daffodils that could be there
Or maybe an iris that grows up and looks as though it has purple hair
Some of us change our colors and our styles as we grow
But let us understand that even when we grow it’s not as though
There isn’t something that we could change that would make us better each day
Mind your garden. Garden your mind and grow each day.

Peace.

Munson Steed
Publisher
pubpage@rollingout.com

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