Flower Garden

There is a flower that dwells in a garden,

from the world it begs its pardon.

Expelling light and luxurious savor,

tempting all with enduring favor. 

Shining its love to all that lives.

There is a nail inside this garden,

through these years has begun to harden.

at one time it had beamed in the sun,

Yet all that hope has become undone.

indifference now is all it gives.

This flower has now met this nail,

attempting to make its happiness fail.

The garden is filled with confusion,

Dealing with this unholy fusion.

As when age and trouble meets our mind,

our sincere love becomes hard to find.