The Fields of Life

Mine was a world without flowers where nature had nothing to give. Bleakly, a path stretched before me. That life I was fearful to live. In the desolate dust long I wandered ‘til oasis I found in your love. A mercy directly from heaven; hopeful, as rain from above. Together in love long we labored yet fruitless it seemed was our toil. At times, I admit my faith waivered. Were we wasting our time in dead soil? In our struggle we grew ever closer. Unyielding, we weathered those years. Ever planting in hopes of tomorrow, each seed watered by heartfelt tears. But then came the bloom of our yearning a flower unlike any other, who’s blossom meant life beyond living, and we became father and mother. Before you, I had only desert. No water, no beauty, just strife. Beside you, in resplendent bounty the fields of our labor bear life. 05/06/15 05/06/15 *note: I am working on this for a mother's day gift I am making for my wife. If any brilliant minds out there care to offer feedback, or ideas on how I might improve this, I would greatly appreciate it. Thanks. -Preston