My little garden was threatened
With a gesture to help thin out
Like a child in distress I ran to her
With arms of tools to protect,
To tend, to mend, to rearrange.
My little garden
My inner soul felt attacked, by
This gesture to thin out
My little garden
This secret place of solitude, that
Allows me peace to meditate
This place I don't want trampled
By those who do not understand
My little garden and my prayers
Visible in natures hand.
written by Pauline June,2006
copyright, 2006
1 comment:
Hi pauline! I just cannot help myself from leaving a word of joy simply reading that you penned. Thank you again.
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