As I kneel in my garden
among the daffodils.
I hear a whisper from within,
"beware the weeds can kill".
I do not heed the warning,
there were no weeds to see.
So I continued planting tulips,
around my lilac tree.
Again I hear a whisper,
soft as a summer breeze.
"'Stop what you are doing,
listen to me please".
I realize this whispers stubborn,
it will not go away.
I decide to ignore it,
I will not let it ruin my day.
My garden turned out lovely,
a vision of delight.
It was time to put away my tools,
turn in for the night.
As the sun ascended,
for the whole world to greet.
I had awakened from my bed,
and jumped up to my feet.
With a need to see my garden,
I ran straight out the door.
As the words had filled my thoughts,
of the whispers I ignored.
"Beware the weeds can kill",
screamed loudly in my head.
As I stood before my garden,
with half my flowers dead.
I will spray the garden,
and kill those deadly weeds.
"You will kill the flowers too",
were words the whisper pleads.
"You must pull them out one by one,
it may be tedious I know.
But they are worthy of your sacrafice,
they will blossom as they grow".
"The flowers are very precious,
with there beauty and grace.
We are not to lose a single one,
each holds a sacred place".
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