The Garden Master

One day while I was watering my garden  
A man appeared behind me  
He uprooted my daffodils believing them to be  
"Unsatisfactory"  
And left...  


The next day I was pruning my rose bush  
He grew out of mist and snatched  
My cutters, slicing the roses off, declaring  
"Unsightly"  
And disappeared...  


The third day I was ready  
Waiting patiently, he manifested once more  
He took one look at my small tree  
"Unfit"  
And with a snap of his fingers it died...  


I was sick, and tired of him  
Ruining my garden  
So I told him  
Unabatedly  
To leave, so he did...  


He did not reappear for a while.  
I was tending my garden when  
He came again, with flower in glove  
Undamaged  
"Unlikely" I replied...  


The final time I saw the  
Garden master was  
Unceremonious  
He had brought nothing but  
Destruction and Death upon me...  


And I cried...  

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