Just got to get my garden neat
To get rid of unwanted herbs and nest
But as I pulled the plants so small
something stuck my throat and swell...

Is it the cry of the plants ?
Just come out to breath a life
To see the rain and sunshine
And dance to the tiny breeze
Dreaming to rise and raise...

"Pull them off" heard a voice
Mind clouded with various noises
Won't it be a deprival of right to live
So tiny and just born to live..

"Won't it pain them" , if pulled out
Took the leaves and and held it out
Looked and looked till tears filled
"No"....I can't destroy or pull
Any lives that's creation of nature
For in them hold nature's future.....!!

I don't mind my garden being imperfect
Sometimes imperfections add beauty  so perfect !!!