Gardens of the Elders
By the Sun and Moon, we see our home; Mother Earth and Father Sky.
These are the four corners of the gardens.
Teardrops from the sky sprinkle the rosemary, sage, and lavender during the Moon’s reign.
As the Moon resigns for the day, hues of golden light arise from the dusky clouds.
Dew droplets dance as the winds whisper through the sacred grounds.
Mixes of the scents in the damp, early dawn are a temptation too desirable to ignore.
Four old statues look after the four corners. These were the Great Elders.
Each elder looking after its children in unison; One can’t be without the others.
The River of Life runs through the garden like veins giving action to idleness.
The choirs of songbirds fill the air with songs that travel through the winds.
A wise gardener tends to his children; speaking softly and fanning fragrances.
“Life is a garden;” said the wise gardener. “Filled with both life and death.”
“Life is very memorable but death is only temporal. For every new season, we are born again.”
The wise gardener continued “But, what is life without the proper nourishment?”
“Be the water in the watering can. Be the minerals in the soil. Care for your own garden…”
“…because no one else plants the same life as you do.”
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