There is a garden
And in this garden is soil, seed and plant.
Artists are like seeds,
they need air and sun and water to thrive.
But sometimes they fall on dead soil,
or wrong soil,
or good soil with no one to tend to them.
And they shrivel, or wilt or refuse to grow.
Some fade out,
Some grow like stubborn weeds
Some let go of who they are and settle for merely existing
And some move to gardens that have owners who care.