ROOTS

This is my garden,

And it’s lush green with its natural accessories,

And I’m the one who maintains it.

You can now stop staring at my garden,

You’re welcome to enter it.

No, your help isn’t needed to maintain it!

Because I can see in your eyes,

That you’re here to pluck a flower out,

The prettiest red one,

The one to which every wine of my garden reaches out to!

Yet, I allow you to enter my garden,

As I’m a mother,

I can let you flee like birds and clouds,

Because it’s not in my nature to put up fences.

Despite all this I can stand firm,

As I’ve got roots.