240531 In the Garden
In the Garden In my garden I find peace From all the troubles thrown my way My breathing slows, tensions release When digging in the dirt and clay To garden does not feel like toil Or work that I am forced to do It's joy to feel my hands in soil To grow things and watch life renew The weeds don't even make me pout Imagine each one as a care I pluck them up and throw them out Now gone as if we're never there What joy to watch new sprouts appear From bulbs I planted in the fall Their blooms filling my heart with cheer The tulips, daffodils, and all Each early morn while there's still dew And sun has just begun to rise I rush to see what sprouted new Each leaf and bud a sweet surprise Then, carefully, I tend each one A little water, proper soil The right amount of shade or sun Such pleasant work, nothing can spoil You all are truly gardeners, too A fact that perhaps you don't know You're sowing things by what you do And also reaping what you grow For when you pla...