The Garden (your garden)
It starts with bare soil; quiet, cold and dark,
Unaware of the journey it will finally embark.
The seeds; full of hope, truth and light,
That begin to grow endlessly through days and night.
The water, the sun, and nutrients; plentiful,
The garden knows it will one day be beautiful.
One by one, buds appear slowly, without fail,
The roses bloom effortlessly and scent the air.
Damp from the rain and warmed from the sun, the seasons change and pass,
The garden, it prospers; it chooses to last.
The thorns and flowers together demonstrate nature each day,
Once chosen, join together in one abundant bouquet.
A year has passed and the rose garden thrives,
It enhances the gardeners’ love and their lives,
Always casting color and beauty and calm,
Almost as effective as a constant Song.
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