The Gardener
She planted flowers in the spring
And as she watered she would sing
Then chilling wind blew through the trees
With piercing frostbite it would bring
As flowers then began to freeze
She saved them from the frosty breeze
And rescued them from driving sleet
The nipping bite had failed to seize
Then summer brought a scorching heat
Evaporation did deplete
The water sources one by one
A searing death they all would meet
Before the ravages were done
She saved them from the burning sun
Then fed them with the greatest care
And watered them ‘til they had won
With generosity to spare
Compassion she would always share
Her constant work did not abate
She gave up more than most could bear
She nurtured them with love innate
Rewarded now with garden great
Resplendence she did cultivate
Resplendence she did cultivate
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