Tending To Our Garden
A Rose that’s planted in the rocky earth
that, from the summer sun, is parched and dry,
will seldom bloom to its full beauty’s worth
and soon will sadly whither up and die.
A Rose that’s planted ‘mongst the common weeds
and left untended, sad and on her own,
neglected in a garden full of needs,
will never have her gentle beauty known.
To realize the beauty of the Rose,
a garden must be tended with great care,
and too in life, this thought I now propose,
that like the plot, our lives we must prepare.
For Rose to thrive, our garden we must hoe;
in life, the same is true for Love to grow.
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