Freewrite

Part 1

I built the garden, the foundation, square one

It may not be stable or strong

But it’s yours,

I plan on planting

I have the seeds

but your buds will bloom

not mine

not his

ours.

You can see me in those rose colored lenses

you can’t switch from roses to pumpkins

you have to stick to the roses

because they will get us somewhere.

You may not see me

you probably forgot me

but I’m always in the garden.

This is ours.

Part 2

Our flowers will sing, I can smell it

I hear and heard what they say

But don’t think they can decay,

never too late to plant,

even if it’s not the right way,

because you won’t always reap what you sow,

some will burn and cut your flowers

others will nurture them,

but we know how the roses bloom.

Get lost in the garden

ceiling broken, barriers broken

but remember how you did this,

and always look forward,

but the roses will always bloom.