Gardener

You can leave anytime you want 

But why do you value staying 

Manmade things left without human touch  

They’ll start decaying 

Im your garden that you help grow 

You pull out all the weeds 

Without you I am overrun 

And join the decaying with my misdeeds 

So use the dead as soil 

And always remain true 

Whatever you give to me 

Ill give ten fold to you