Oh Gardener.

    You began as a sweet gentle care-taker.

    Careful of your words of inspiration

    Motivation and fondness

    Always aware of your daily actions

    To remove weeds of discouragement

    Abandonment and com-placement

    Nurturing my roots, leaves, and vibrant petals

    In verbal and mental capacities

    Pleasure in sunlight shared

    Both of us

    You sensed passion from my natural scent

    That was not meant for you

    Wanting for self

    Uprooted

    Moved my precious being into natures streaming cold rains

    For more enjoyment

    Misunderstood visual pleasures

    Spontaneous actions severed

    Poisoned

    Words of gentle gardener, once of praise

    Now turn into a daze

    of regret

    Unsure of your present actions and words,

    Now lead to change

    I can no longer grow for you

    My smell of sweet still

    Burns your senses

    Radiant petals now dry in knowledge

    Father nature rescues my bulb

    From your intentional pain

    Your gardening days were never pure

    Your ways, deceitful

    To grow,

    I will continue

    Flower form to this remember

    Dry my stem and always consider

    that warm day

    In December

    When we connected

    I will always be