Brown Garden

Nothing grows.
Nothing grows in this garden.
Nothing grows in this everbrown garden.

Everything dies;
Seeds germinate and
tiny sprouts break through
from time to time.
But they are not nurtured
or sunned.

With time;
The roots all rot.
The leaves fall off.
Fed on by pests and
choked by weeds.

They wither as they are born.
The ideas die as they are born.

Nothing grows.
Nothing grows in this garden.
Nothing grows in this garden of the mind.

 

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