THE GARDEN..

IN THE GARDEN I PLANT A FLOWER FOR EVERYDAY I'M FILLED WITH SORROW.IF THE HEAVEN'S BRING RAIN TODAY MY FLOWER WILL BLOOM TOMORROW.IT WILL RISE UP THROUGH THE MUD,A TINY SEED INTO A BUD.AS THE SEASONS BRING THE WINDS OF CHANGE,I CHECK THE GARDEN AND NOTICE SOMETHING STRANGE.WHEN THE GROUND IS SOAKED WITH RAIN FALLEN FROM MY TEARS OF PAIN,IT IS THEN MY FLOWER GROWS VERY SLOWLY BUT IT SHOWS.IN THE MORNINGS FILLED WITH DEW I SEE THE EVIDENCE OF SOMETHING NEW.NOW WITH EVERY SHOWER BRINGS A FLOWER IT'S THE RAIN THAT GIVES IT POWER.IT IS IT'S STRENGTH THAT HELPS IT GROW,WHEN I'M IN DOUBT I CHECK THE GARDEN THEN I KNOW.FOR IN MY DARKEST HOUR THROUGH MY WINDOW THERES A FLOWER,IT KEEPS IT'S BEAUTY IN THE STORM IT LOST A PEDAL BUT KEPT IT'S FORM.SO EVERY YEAR I'LL PULL THE WEEDS IN THE RAIN AND PLANT NEW SEEDS AND IN THE GARDEN FULL OF SORROW I KNOW THERE WILL ALWAYS BE TOMORROW AND EVEN IN THE GLOOM THERE IS A FLOWER IN FULL BLOOM.