Walk in my garden,
What makes it grow,
The hands of a patient caretaker
Always on the go.

Plant the little ones
Sow the tiny seeds
Tuck them in with mulch
Pull those stuburn weeds

An ever changing work of art,
Behind the garden gate,
A place to call your own
To go and contemplate.

Walk in my garden,
So much to do and see
A beautiful creation
There's no place I'd rather be.

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