tending to the garden

drenched is sweat, rain and dirt I tend to the garden,

in a meditative state, pulling out overgrown weeds,

entangled in trees, shrubs and plants.

Thoughts rush through my mind, and the feeling of purpose,

rushes over with every handful of weeds,

I am in my garden, getting in touch with life.

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