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The Land

I took issue with a plant in my garden
called it an eyesore and a weed.
After removing any sign of it
I was content again 
to laze upon the fragrant grass.
But I found another to argue with
and quickly removed it too...
a year later now, my garden is a desert.

The one who would restore the garden
for the benefit of every wild bird, 
animal or insect may take the land
blessing us both 
with a flourishing grandeur
I had believed impossible.

◄ Gold And Silver

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