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WHAT IS A GARDEN?
A garden is a place where we watch things grow.
Nurtured with tender and loving care,
Each seed set with gentle hands and silent prayer,
That God will bless them and all will know.
That here is a place of beauty and time and joy,
Set in motion by the guidance of the hand Which leads us forward and onward to stand
At the gateway of life when there?s time to enjoy
The breathtaking visions that nature provides.
There are blossoms of miriads of sizes and shape Rampant with color. Brilliant red and blue and grape, Subdued pink, yellow and cool green in which to hide.
To me this is what a garden means,
For you there may be a different goal.
For all a garden is a thing of beauty, a joy forever,
A place of rest for the weary soul.
THE ROSE
In all the world there is none so fair,
As yon Rose, shedding its fragrance on the air.
The majestic bud unveils its color
As its green starcape unfolds its rubor.
Its stem is straight, without blemish, and strong,
But there are the thorns and as long As there is a rose, there thorns will be,
Protecting the blossom from harm, from you and me.
The petals awake from their intricate bed,
And, one by one, nourished by rain and sun,
The red velvet heart is gently exposed.
The world sees its beauty, as its proud head Rejoices with ecstatic joy. Its day is short, only just begun
When petals weaken, fade and die, where life once reposed.