The Garden Is My Weeping Heart

There is no fertilizer at all But they grow without any quarrels. Flowers in different colors And varieties of fragrance. I have no fence and restrictions too. Birds, bees, butterflies and hornets idle. Some trespassers with strong hands, Sometimes very cruel. Please do not pluck in that way as it's painful And let the flowers wither. One day I have to abandon the garden As my soul takes wings. But you find another gardener there. * Spring comes and goes, yet comes again. What a wonderful shuttle the nature is?