The Garden Poem by Mrs. Vicious Demon

Your a rose in the garden sitting on a bush scared and

confused and with every breathe you take a moment passes

and you start to hope that it doesn't end up being your last.

You wonder what its like not to be one of the roses on the

bushes, never knowing if your next on the gardeners list.

So you go and hide behind the vines hoping the thorns might

protect you. (What a mistake you make!)

PLUCK! PLUCK! PLUCK!

There's the gardener.

NO! NO! NO!

There go your friends.

You move back some more hoping he doesn't see you,

hoping you don't get picked next. He gets closer and closer

A basket in one hand and a glove on the other it only

reminds you of when he took your mother. 'Oh no! ' He's

right in front of you the thought occcupies your mind and his

hand is near. Does he see you? You breathe harder

and faster as you move back more. 'This is the end', you

think when his hand is starring right at, you close your eyes

because you can't bare the sight of your fate. Now content,

because you feel you'llbe in a better place.

PLUCK!

Thats what you heard but not what you felt, so you open

your eyes and see a hand with a rose in it, but not you.

The gardener places the rose in the basket and looks at you,

'I Knew it was too good to be true' is what you think.

'Enjoy your time on the vine my dear, a life of a rose is

too short to be hiding behind other vines, come out and

let people see you, because you never know you might be

next.' And with that he pulled you from behind the vines

and walked away. The thorns didn't protect you but you did

get a second chance. 'From this day forward, no more will

I hide and no more will I be afraid of the gardener. I will

sit at the top of this bush for everyone to see me the

gardener was right a roses life is too short to hide behind

other vines'