THE GARDEN

The patch of land, she inherited 

Every day, she watched it from afar 

Barren and dry, ruled by the weeds 

Every kind, every variety, left free to breed

As cold days came to pass 

And sunny rays peered through the clouds 

The yearning in her began to grow 

The patch, a makeover would have to undergo

Out came the gloves and tools of every kind 

The weeds had nowhere left to hide 

The ground, prepared with all things fertile 

Now had in it seeds of many colorful flora

As she now looks out through her window 

The flowers and the plants of yesteryear 

Transformed into myriads of colours in abundance 

Through the breeze, send to her a message of fragrance