The Garden

The garden is growing
It’s taking over the yard
When I take care of it
it always works me hard
The lawn is now filled
with flowering weeds
At least six feet in height
Creeping ivy and clematis’
stop the windows from opening
and block out all the light
The trees have dropped seeds
that grew into trees
That dropped more seeds
and grew more trees
In which nest
thousands of birds
and millions of bees
I can’t see the clouds
nor the sky for the trees
I can’t hear a thing
except for the birds in the trees
and the buzzing of bees
The garden has taken control
of the house and my life
There’s no path or walkway
No way in or out
Hidden by the foliage
Camouflaged from life
The background is the foreground
As the front yard is the back
A world within the world
Living a world apart
Separated by a crack
Free to go at any time
But trapped inside
the choice was mine
I’ve tried to leave
to ride away
Like a drop of rain rides the river
But when this drop of rain
completes the course
It will have meandered back
to its source
No matter how far
I seem to roam
The garden manages to beckon me
back home
The garden is taking over
It may look overgrown
or like it’s taken over the yard
and my home
But when I take care of it
it always works me hard.