I used to be jealous,
Of the way other people kept their gardens.
Their flowers flourished,
And laced a pathway with bright colours.
I couldn’t understand why,
Mine always seemed so dull.
Almost like I was watching through a black and white screen.

I couldn’t understand why,
Mine wasn’t as pretty as theirs.

I couldn’t understand why,
Until one day
I realised
That letting the sunshine in,
Does absolute wonders.