Quick Poem

Have you ever been so pathetically bored that you start writing random nonsense? Well, this is the product of one of those moments.

The Garden

Hope
Such a simple word
Garden
Yet another
Life
Such a true word
Growth
Still another
When all things are Simple and True
The Garden Grows
Love
Such a powerful word
Hate
Still another
Mortal
Such a powerless word
Forever
Yet another
When all things are locked between Powerful and Powerless
The Garden Grows
Happiness
Such a word
Joy
Yet another
Forever
Such a place
Hope
Still another
When all things are accepted true and real
The Garden Grows