Dancing in my garden
Full of fruits
Next to the fruit of love, my heart beat free
Then I twirl into the fruit of peace, where I close my eyes and take in the breeze
Next I turn into the joy fruit, with my hands in the air
Take a small bite of it and I’m filled with giggles
But then I stumbled on a few weeds
Dear gardener take out the weeds please
The fear weeds
The self-doubt weed
The sadness weed
It make my garden ugly
And killing all my nice fruit
Pluck.
Pluck.
Pluck.
Yes! Its back beautiful!
Nice and green, with bright red love fruits
White peace fruits and yellow joy fruits
All in abundance!
Enough to share with others!
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Comments (8)
A clever poem celebrating spiritual fruit and weeding out temptations and negativity.✅
What a lovely poem! I love the imagery of the garden and plucking out those weeds!
Beautiful, thankyou for sharing xx
I love that this ends with having enough to share with others. Beautiful!
Oooo, I want the bright red love fruits. But substitute love with blood, lol. Loved your poem!
I loved the playfulness of this but also the serious message - that these insecurities can be plucked out, leaving the good stuff to ripen. Nice!
Awesome!!!
Beautiful poem ♦️♦️♦️