The dream was fragrance filled with appreciation from all corners,
and the garden I was in, had flowers in all stages of bloom.
The lilies, the hyacinths, the sunflowers and the roses,
seemed bright and sprightly, with no sign of gloom.
The king of roses had its head held high,
as the garden was attracting people from outside too.
The fragrance was attractive and spread far and wide.
All the flowers felt they were painted Royal Blue.
Two little seeds of weed were attracted by the fragrance,
and wandered into the garden of no gloom.
The King of roses let them in with open arms,
and dark clouds on top began to loom.
The weeds began spreading their seed and encircled the very foundation.
The King of roses watched in despair
as the once enchanting fragrance began to die.
The climate and the weed had become a pair.
The creepers had to be destroyed to restore the calm
but the climate, on their side had always been.
Having no other choice,
I dreamed another dream.
Digital bodhi 