The weed grows ruining the once garden.
Uproots the flower-
Kills the beauty and color-
Creates patches.
The once garden no longer recognizes itself but pretends to be like other land of beauty.
Beauty it no longer is.
The garden next door it used to befriend blossoms in love, care, and enjoyment mother nature gives it.
This strong knowing garden looks at what once was akin to it and cannot recognize what the weed has corrupted.
The caretakers of the once garden turn their heads as well,
tired of trying to fertilize this area with good seeds.
The love from the caretakers no longer matters.
This trompe l'oiel will continue to become unrecognizable.
It's once admirers will no longer come...
they will no longer want to see this stubborn land be ruined
by one weed.
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