I was high before and did some meditating to some trance music and was inspired to write this poem. Why? I dont know. It just kind of came to be. Let my know what you think and mind the mispelling erros here and in the poem cause I am sstill pretty high. I edited as best as I could. The Garden Free we begin as one single plant in a vast garden, A never ending ocean of soil to the horizon Two we become the friendliest of foes Our peaceful leaves take their repose in the ever lasting sunshine as our friendship grows Three and four and five are grown The enticing plains of our earth become dense No longer do our leaves take repose amongst the embracing sun We are a dear speck in a now forest of others, no longer one Peace fades away as the fierce parasites crawl out of the once sterile soil A past bright forest of friends is foiled Green turns to brown, the color of the very skin of the community eaten away Limp are our stems, droopy are our leaves No longer able to extend their arms into the peaceful breeze The Icy wind of a forgone season sinks in its deadly breath Right into the heart of the garden bringing in the aura of a black death Once green and always blue Now gray, it is growth they rue The foremost ataraxis we first knew now dissipates into the ebony cloud of hate Innate was the greed that crept in through the curious spores of our roots The laughing wind now weeps in the brisk air Optimism turns to malevolence, the greedy seed grows Shadow engulfs land that used to be fair A beautiful mother that gave nurture to a garden of peace and love becomes the covetous whore A garden of beauty that once grew…. Once grew….. Will grow peacefully no more.