OLD GLORY

Step inside.
I was once a beautiful gazebo.
People would use me for parties.
There would be dancing.
Children would play their games,
like hide and seek.
The sun favored me.
The moon adored me.
I could do no wrong.
Then weeds began to grow.
I began to splinter apart.
There would be no more visitors.
Why you may ask?
I was a casualty of time.
Time passed and
so did my glory.

LIVE IN COLOR

Don’t let weeds grow
on your keyboard.
Use the keys to write down
your thoughts and dreams.
Without dreams, life becomes
black and white.
Let color into your life.

NO WEEDS

do-we-still-exist:

Nature holds so much beauty
that even its weeds are majestic.