pulling weeds

My garden was once full

of beautiful flowers.

I watered them everyday.

My flowers flourished.

Bustling bees buzzed

happily in the spring.

Branches bounced as busy

birds glided along.

They flew under the sun

and above ground

where thriving flowers

were found. One day, I forgot

to water my flowers.

One day turned to several.  

The pedals started dropping.

Weeds took over the flowerbed.

The vibrant colors faded

to black. I didn’t care to pull

the weeds. It didn’t matter

to me. Now, it’s clear to see

that I need to be willing.

I will pull the weeds

and plant new seeds.

I don’t want a dead flowerbed.