She tenders her garden with due care and grace
Removing the weeds that have grown out of place
There's a look of satisfaction spread over her face
As she tugs at the roots with a frightening pace
She turns over the soil to rejuvenate the land
Making a hole, just like she had planned
And drops in a seed from her elegant hand
For a flower to grow, tall and grand.
She waters the ground so it may grow
A shoot, will rise up steady and slow
And display for all what it has to show
A flourish of colour, from the seed she did sow.
And there it has stood, tall and bold
As years have passed by this flower of old
Surviving the winters and unspeakable cold
Still beaming the colours of red, purple and gold.
She tenders her garden with refinement and style
Working long, hard days with no mention of revile
And the only thing certain to make it worthwhile
Is the sight of the flower, and the feeling to smile.