The Gardener

tell him not to worry.

his garden still grows,with delicate bridlevale

and sweet hyacinth.

the sun warms the trumpet vine

as tiny little yellow flowers climb up the porch.

green,rich green fills the lawn.

all the seeds you planted .

all come forth calling your name.

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About beloveddreamer486

I am a poet and and an artist.
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