My Garden, My Soul

Hate; it will devastate It corrupts the soul and mind It will only anger and then frustrate And it will cause a good man to go blind, In my garden it will not be planted Hate or its companions will never be sown But if life to them is somehow granted They will be destroyed, they will not be known. Revenge; it is too avenge To seek satisfaction from an evil deed It will cause the mind and body to cringe And in my garden it will be destroyed like a weed, Those seeds in the wind they are scattered And then by the wind they are blown They will adhere to the soil and the soul that is battered But in my garden, they will never be grown. Forgiveness; it is to witness In my garden it will pollinate No man or woman am I seeking to impress Never will I feed my plants venom to retaliate, Love will bloom and then it will be harvested And my plants will be free from hates infection I had sowed feelings which were not infested I have grown peace, and love and true affection. Randy L. McClave