Morning Meditations

In the garden greens of my mind, 
thoughts grow uncontrollably.

Some like rose bushes,
blossoming beautifully—their petals bright 
in the rays of sunlight.

Some grow wildly, 
running like weeds
threatening to choke the life that exists there.

And some exist like dead flowers,
faded into the ground,
reabsorbed into the soil, 
giving life to new things,
continuing the cycle of my growth.