The Garden Of Life

The Garden Of Life short poem

Photo by Ruth and Dave

From a carpet of green, the colours emerge,
as if untouched, since birth, by human hand.

Some stretch towards the warmth of the sun.
In a shaded corner, others rest in small space,
unassuming.

Some separate and spread themselves,
climbing with sheer determination
to their place of rest, to fix contentedly on brick or wood.

Some try to take control,
knowing theirs will be a short journey,
ended by the blade, to keep the balance.

Some have lived gloriously, but now must die
and as they fall from velvet, red and purple
to withered brown and black,
they silently surrender.

I watch you as you weave through your garden of life,
gently laying the dead to rest,
careful not to disturb the living.

It is hard to separate you from this scene.
Growth and life in abundance,
you live here as a beautiful flower.
Your colour blends with theirs and brings happiness and peace
to all who view you, and admire.

Poet’s Note –
Written for my friend HEIDRUN who lives in Switzerland and won the garden of the year. I sat and watched her tend the garden and was so impressed I felt a huge need to write something.

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enjoyed your poem… 🙂

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