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.
~~ Katherine
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