Tomorrow’s Garden

Do not deadhead evil flowers
    nor pinch their potent buds
for wrong is ne’er so strong they say
    as when new growth is stressed.

’Courage in stead the neigh’bring good
    with rich enfertiled soil,
with careful pruning gently wise,
    with joyful, saturate tears. 

Though we do not own these beds,
    choose well that which ye tend.

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