A Garden Lives

A garden lives within our soul,
A secret place so dear,
A quaint and lovely part of earth
That brings us beauty here.
The tulips catch the morning sun,
The air is fresh and sweet,
At eventide the shadows fall
When day is then complete.

A garden is a golden spot
Where comfort fills our heart,
A peaceful place where quiet dwells
As each new day does start.
There's loveliness and tender faith,
As raindrops soflty fall,
To bless each wondrous growing thing,
As nature then stands tall.

A fragrance fills this quiet spot
With peaceful, tender bliss,
Where God looks down on each small plant
And sends an angel's kiss.
To walk and dream 'neath cotton clouds,
To feel the warmth of Spring,
And gently tuck the world away
As robins nest and sing.

There's promise in the hope we find
As seasons come and go.
The touch of Winter snow,
A miracle - a friendship real,
The smile that loving gives,
While every heart finds blessedness
Because a garden lives.

~AUTHOR UNKNOWN TO ME~