The Garden
Soft Poetry By Sand***

The wind blows through the willow tree, Its limbs bent to the ground
The river flows beside the tree, the lapping water pounds
Beneath a sky of brilliant blue, serene within a garden
A woman softly hums a tune, the world outside forgotten

Her auburn hair falls to her waist, a basket on her arm
She gently picks the roses there, careful of the thorns
Planted with the greatest care,tended with much love
The garden that she walks in, was once nothing but dust

Life is like a garden, planted with great care
Nourished with a gentle love, it produces flowers everywhere
The fragrance drifts upon the breeze and lingers overhead
Sharing its beauty with the world in which we live