The Gentle Gardener
He's always there,stroking the green leaves
skilled and dextrous hands
full of peace and benevolence.
He looks up, our gazes meet-
"Good morning, friend"
Such beautiful eyes
this mild, gentle man
Crystal blue or sea green,
as if his inner being has completely subsumed into the garden
and that gives him great peace.
All around him there is silent growth,
the tender essence of nature's vitality.
Today he cuts and prunes,
so tomorrow it may grow.
then again he shall cut and prune
and once more they assume a harmoniously docile ensemble.
Sunlight splashes the leaves, drapes the palms,
Taps the shrubs
infusing each cell with a stellar buoyancy.
The gentle gardener saunters to and fro,
full of a slow determination,
an apprentice to God's work.
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| Nature's Beauty & Bounty. Source: http://thebressinghamgardens.com/the-gardens/ |
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