The garden is the place I go
To plant the seeds, and watch them grow
To organise the plants I keep
I dream of them, when I’m asleep
And the pleasure in bringing them to life
Has given me joy throughout my life
Where roses bloom, my spirits rise
The colours magical to my eyes
The perfumed scents that meet the nose
Are different in most every rose
And those that have no perfumed smell
Just share their colours very well
My garden is the place to be
And means the world to me
Thoughts From My Garden
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