The garden of me is filled with wildflowers.
Rare, tender, gentle the ones you can't pick.
Because it then destroys the whole forest.
The garden of me is hidden in shade, then
Bursts forth into the sun. You have to be
Intentional in your walk to find the beauty.
The garden of me is varied in color and
Variety. You can't label it all or harness
It's wonder for your own, it is best left.
The garden of me has seen times of
Drought, fire, flood and perfect weather.
Every time it has learned and thrived.
The garden of me encourages an
Inner life and lifts its face in praise
To the Creator of all, who provides.
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