In the garden of your soul, tend with care
Prune the vines that choke the air
For in the shadows, where they cling
Lies the weight that clips your wings
The branches heavy with the past
Cannot hold the future fast
Release the grip of what once was
To make room for what life does
The whispers of guilt, they softly speak
But your heart knows what you seek
A life unburdened by the chains
Of those who bring only pains
Why hold on to the withered leaves
When their presence only deceives?
Their time has passed, their purpose done
Make space for the warmth of the sun
In the cycle of life, the trees know well
When to let go, when to quell
The old, the tired, the no longer bright
To welcome the dawn of new light
It's not cruelty, but self-care
To trim away what’s no longer fair
For you owe nothing to the past
But to yourself, a future vast
Let them fall, those leaves of yore
For beyond them lies so much more
A garden tended with love and grace
Is a sanctuary, a sacred space
So, cut away the ties that bind
To the toxic, the unkind
And nurture what deserves your time
A life of peace, a life sublime
In the letting go, find your peace
In the pruning, find release
For you are the gardener of your soul
And only you can make it whole
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