Left alone one wonders …
Who am I?
See the beauty
That there does lie.

A beautiful flower
Left to bloom.
To grow and to blossom
There’s plenty of room.

Smell the fragrance
So sweet and pure.
Like a young debutante
So completely demure.

Lies at your core
But when you see weeds
This truth you ignore.

Hate and fear are the stains
That muddy the soul.
But cleansed clean with love
Then you’re left whole.

Grow tall
Sprout and rise
When your thoughts with love
You fertilize.

Water the soul.
Give it warmth from the sun.
Treasure the garden
For all flowers are One.