Spring has burst forth with buds of all kinds,
With the promise of majestic leaves to blow in
the wind and shade this garden of mine.
Branches reaching up to the heavens, for solar
power of the suns rays.
Daffodils, crocus bursting up from their winter
bed to take the spotlight of spring time.
The rest of the garden waiting for April rains to
wash through the sweet earth with the fragrance
of flowers.
Butterflies to light on the pedals of marvellous colors
for nectar so sweet,
To fluter around and enjoy mother earth.
It happens every year , each time it's new and inspiring
to observe.
Sit back , enjoy the pleasures of rebirth,
Life is renewed in our gardens ,
Just as life is renewed within us.
Copyright 2008
Anne Rutherford
Poems From The Heart
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And there was a skunk in the garden that proclaimed I am the rose, but surely he was not
and his odor was fowl to smell and they all avoided him.
And then there was a snake in the garden that too did proclaimed that he too was the rose,
but neither was he a rose and he did hiss and slither away on his bell and they did all despise
him and avoided him.
And there also in the garden was a Lion that did proclaim too that he was indeed the rose,
but he too was not and he roared and snarled and they did fear him too and avoided him the
same.
And there in the garden too was a monkey that also saw himself as a rose or so he too did
proclaim, but most assuredly he was not either and he still mimic all that he saw and they all
did laughed at him and did avoid him as well.
And then there in the garden was the flower and he did desire to be the skunk, the snake,
the Lion and the monkey, but it too could not be for it smelled too good and was too beautiful
and was sought after by all in the garden and God smiled and said to the rose, “You are what
you are and just what I made you to be.”
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