The Garden
Nothing feels more satisfying
Or gives relief from life so trying
Than turning soil and pulling weeds
Meeting flowers’ every need
Coaxing green buds from the ground
Uncurling leaves without a sound
There’s something in us unexplained
That grows alike through sun and rain
As blooming gardens do our souls
Subsist and rise from deep-dug holes
We break through earth so damp and dark
Spurred and roused by nature’s spark
So that refreshed and sprung anew
We greet the morn, shake off the dew
So primal is our need to grow
Selecting certain seeds to sow
In life’s green circle we can’t wait
To step up now and cultivate
Like bounty eked from land found hardened
Let’s nurture spirit like a garden!