I once had a garden where I went to labor. It collected my time, it collected my favor. My garden then grew, double in size. And people took notice of effort and tries. I received praise and my friends all would boast. It was my garden but my pride wasn’t most. Finally one day I accepted my place. There was excitement and joy and it was seen on my face. For the longest of time I was quiet and humble. Then I awoke but this would soon crumble. See it was my friends that said “enjoy your hard work. Don’t sit in the back and peer up and just lurk. Step into the light and bask in the glory. This is your moment, this is your story”. Once this took place, everything spun. Those by my side quietly folded one by one. I could feel the loneliness begin to take hold. In a short bit of time my garden was cold. When the garden was bright and the garden was fresh...I was still working and my world did mesh. It was all fine when I was so quiet. As soon I spoke it was dark and no light. My joy comes from friends and life in the garden. My joy is now gone and my attitude hardened. I’m all alone like a train with no track. And as for the garden, I don’t want to go back. -dsa