It is cold and dark in my garden,
with lots of spaces to hide.

You can curl up under the plants
and, in them, you can confide.

The plants do not mind it,
in fact, it helps them grow.

They like the misery and sadness
often told in tales of woe.

You can stay quiet, of course,
the plants don't mind that either;

They know to appreciate the value
of a quiet seether.

If happiness is what you're looking for,
this may be hard to swallow.

My plants only like those
who are willing to sit and wallow.

So, if your heart is bleak and black
and has even started to harden,

Travel no further,
As plants are always growing in my garden.