What Gathers in a Garden
I want a garden,
that bloom from the earth's soil.
I wish to see flowers,
grow with my tendings,
and watch as they spring forth to reach the sun.
Such tiny beings they are,
wrapped in seeds of varying shapes and sizes,
covered in a blanket of dark warmth.
The tendrils that awaken,
as their souls outgrow their shells,
take hold of that dark warmth and drink.
And these beautiful beings,
they push forth to meet the glory of the daylight,
the call of sun streaked air.
As each one rises up through its blanket,
the wind brushes past gently in a reminder,
that it will not always be so kind.
And yet, the lovelys persevere and grow,
despite the warnings,
and fullfill heights that men will never know.
Yes, these beautiful creatures in their varied forms,
have such wonder, such voices that still the beating heart-
that one must wonder why so many never see, never listen.