Weeds grow

A garden planted with tender cares, blooms of love's fragrance shares

Enter in sprawling weeds spreading pernicious cancer like seeds

One by one pulled out of fertile ground leaving roots again to sprout

No herbicide can kill such invaders of overpowering  invading will

Reviews

[MCS]

Weeds are the bane of every gardener’s existence. It’s a task that’s never quite complete. Enjoyed your poem.

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read and comment it is always most appreciated. Weeds grow everywhere even in one's life but who are we to tear up nature's garden?