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!