Garden In

TITLE: MUD

Blood in their eyes, mud in their thoughts
They come smelling like fine flowers
Only to leave a mark for life
Live life, lead, love and let them know
Eyes are watching all.

Take it or make it anyway
There’s more beauty than we can see
Find them, feel their pain and feed them
Bury seeds and let the world breathe
In of life’s goodness.

Victor Oyedele