Whether I’m a vine or tree
I know the Gardner’s hand
As He gently takes a hold
And prunes off all the bad
Pride He sees there at the top
Looking all alert
Snip Snip says He as it topples down
Crushing under foot
Envy tricks us by looking green
We think it might be healthy
But underneath deep inside
We know that it is stealthy
Lazy branches all about
Shoot out at the ground
Because who can really be bothered
Growing further than a mound
Greed says gimme gimme gimme
Because they steal all the food
The healthiest of my sick limbs
And they are very shrewd
Selfishness fights with greed
It’s always about them
The Gardner doesn’t care for it
So chops the base of that stem
The Gardiner is so gentle
As He prunes my rough edges
I’ll care and love you always
He touches a leaf and pledges
About the Creator
Linda Bromley
Just one of many creative outlets for me has been books! My whole life I’ve loved them and it’s so easy to make the jump to writing.
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