My Garden

[Mary Carol]

My garden
is the place to be
Peace to dream
Plant or read

Potter leisurely.
Seeds I scattered everywhere
Offer leaves,Then flowers bedeck
The earth once bare.

Assorted shrubs and trees
In keeping
Draw the eye
Movement in the breeze.

Darting birds sweep the skies
Find solace,
Nesting places
Hidden,now offer up their cries.

Lawns of meadow grass
Containers
Of delicate blooms
Differ as the seasons pass.

My garden is the place for me
To dream
And pray
For God's Peace eternally.

~Glen Phillips

[Niqaabi]

nice poem

my garden is a mess! i dont what my mum does, its like a war camp.

[lonely_me]

:love: ... I wish I had a garden...~~~

[Owl-Mirror]

:love: ... I wish I had a garden...~~~

Effort & Patience is all that is required ;)

Life is made up of many moments of time. And as each passes it becomes a part of history.
These moments may have been filled with the poignant delights of romance and love.
They may have been tragic and tearful. And yet, they might have contained life-giving draughts of humor,
allowing sorrowful times to be endured and imbuing sweet times with private mirth,
sometimes only to be shared between two people.
But no matter the quality or content of those moments, sorrowful or sweet,
they do recede into the past like fleeting whispers on the wind.
Life is only what is today, then it becomes history. And history, real or imagined, reflects what the future will hold.
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[Mary Carol]

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