by Gwendolyn Golden

Created on: February 14, 2009

He walks softly onto my ground again

Does he see me

Can he feel me as I lie underneath the sun

Will you pull my weeds today

I can not thrive much longer

Yet, I know that you enter into the garden in time

You are not a stranger to me

Your timing has always been wise

I shall grow with tended soil

I shall not remain in solitude

Watch the flowers grow

I shall thrive among them

In the careful hands of the gardener

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