MASTER GARDENER
We are a garden, our words are the seeds, in which we sow,
Planted in other gardens, until they begin to grow.
We plant seeds of life or death, with each garden we meet,
When we plant both seeds, we get fruit, that’s bitter sweet.
I have a Master Gardener, He is interested in you,
would you be willing, to give him all you do?
I am now, a Garden of Life, His words of life do grow,
we are all gardens, this he wants us to know.
I tend to the gardens, that belongs to him you see,
with the words of life, that he planted and grew in me.
He wants to do the same in your garden, will you let him in?
even if tilling your ground, is where he must begin.
He can tame a garden, with just one look,
you know he’s the Master Gardener, He is the one that wrote the book.
Will you let him in, to be the Master Gardener today,
or will you choose to be your own master gardener, and do it your own way?
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