I am a garden oh, I feel sunlight warmth in your smile flowers are blooming. what I cannot quite figure out, sometimes, am I the gardener do I tend to myself? or do I allow others to plant seeds in me, nourish me, help me grow? am I a community garden to share with this world? to trust my rosebushes my sunflowers and daffodils to a world of genocide? how can I? I guess I’ll just choose A white picket fence open to only those whose eyes crinkle when they smile sunshine slipping through the cracks open to those whose words so delicately plant seeds of hope. I’ll nourish them, and tend to this community garden.