By Anna Harris   annaharris@hotmail.com
Date: 25 October 1998

Everyone's Here

Everyone's here in the World's garden,
Each a different flower,
With it's own name.
Some flowers perfect,
With perfect colors and roots;
Others destroyed and dried out.
There are a few roses too,
And with every heavy touch a petal falls.

We're here living in reality,
Everyone with their name and background.
Some are flawless,
But some are dying inside.

What makes us this way?
Maybe family or friends,
But mostly superfluous thoughts.
Why do we worry about such petty things?
We could live sucha a happy life,
But it's not always in our control,
So we must make the best of what we have.