The Gardener

The garden is evergreen and fertile. Let it not be bare and wasted into a landfill of mud and nothingness. Let it not lay in materialistic faction or dogmatic beliefs. Fill it with colours and fragrance, ever-changing. Scatter it with fruits of taste and bliss. Sow! Sow! Sow! Keep the hands and knees soiled. Dig deep within the gray mud and plant these seeds with intention. Surely and sprightly, but one passion at a time. Be it the seeds of fruitful needs and earthly conquest. Deeds of nourishment with efforts of persistent splashes and sprays. Watering from moments to moments in an ever-moving conquest of the harvest. The jovial and optimistic Sun, how it brightens up these fields. It fuels and pulls these growth from the ground while roots spread far-reaching for stability in all-weather. Grounded in hopes of elated vibes. Clear those weeds then preserve and cultivate. Caress it with images of lovely hopes and aspirations. Beckoning in rainbows and divine wealth. Reap the harvest in time, when the time comes. Patience, as flowers follow no schedules. Fruits follow no tick of any clock. Do not falter or lose hope for we are all growers. We are all gardeners. 16 March 2017 - 200 Words