Sunday, 22 March 2020



No measure can be put upon, the joy a garden brings,
To see life start anew, when winter turns to spring.
The bulbs beneath the frosted earth, burst forth from winter's slumber,
To display a fine array, colours too great to number.

Spring days are for nurturing, for tending to the young,
For planning for the future, when all bird songs are sung.
When hard work and dedication, begin to bear you fruit,
When you can rest in summertime, content and absolute.

Content in the knowledge that your work, has brought joy and happiness,
As you wander through your garden, spreading love and tenderness.
To all there comes a wintertime, when alas life fades away,
But be reassured in the knowledge, Spring will return one day.


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