Planting Life

The threshold waits before you the garden waits beyond; what you plant is what you'll reap when seasons have moved on. When springtime fades to summer and summer fades to fall and winter's white hair slumbers bringing chills to root and all. What will you have planted there beneath the blanket of your life? Will you have you grown your happiness to fullest, grandest height? While planting in that garden, don't forget how things can grow; the hollyhocks along the fence won't stay in a straight row. The daffodils will wander and the weeds will come to call; the dandelions running wild will come to crash where they might fall. Be careful of how much you plant into the earth that you must tend 'cause everything needs room to grow and you'll at times need time to mend. Don't lock the gates and let the briars climb the bars and block your view The world has liars and thieves but gates turn out the honest too. The best intent sometimes won't be enough, some things will die despite your work. Instead of tending "might have been" you pour your heart back into the dirt. And if you look too closely at each plant the world will only look quite small; and if you often say that you can not then nothing becomes... naught at all All that lives knows joy and hurt and all that's strong must sometimes bend and everything needs sun and rain, it doesn't mean your dreams must end. No matter how old you become your plants will never become stone; they grow with you and will welcome, the way you've changed... they way you've grown.