Weeds from Promise by Eliot Wilder

A garden needs water to grow
And tender loving care
Or it’ll be a plot of land stripped bare
Mother Earth can't go it alone
It needs someone to cherish
Otherwise it will wither and perish

Till this land and spread your seeds
If you don’t it’ll wind up weeds
Drill though the soil like centipedes
If you don’t it’ll wind up weeds

Give your garden your love
Give it your attention
And it’ll give back beyond comprehension
Take some time from your day
Make it your mission
Make it a special act of volition

Bring along a hoe
And bring along a rake
And bring a little something
For your backache
If you put in the time
Your land will be restored
And in the end
You will reap a reward

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