I’ve a garden I must tend to;
Treat it with the greatest care.
Every kind of flower grows here,
And each of them is very rare.
Every flower is my favorite;
Their petals stretch up toward the sky.
Some thrive richly in the sunshine;
Others in the sun would die.
Some like rocky banks to grown on,
Some like soil that’s rich and pure;
Some like water poured from heaven,
Some in dry soil will endure.
I need these flowers in my garden;
Each one has its unique grace.
I know exactly where each grows here;
All have their own special place.
Ive a priceless, precious garden
That I delight each day to tend.
Unlock the gate to my sweet garden,
Plant yourself beside me, friend.
Copyright © 2001 by moleta ruth mccarter. All rights reserved.
