If I invite you

For a stroll through my garden

Doesn't mean I'm giving you permission

To pluck my flowers.

For keepsakes.

My life's a garden too

And I'm tired of travelers

Posing for selfies

And leaving behind trash.

My flowers bloom for me

And my sky knows no boundaries.

So the next time,

You approach my gates

Read the warning sign that says,

"Trespassers are welcome

Only as long as they remember

To handle the flowers

With love and care."