A garden kept away from sun,
these plants best grow in shade.
Primrose and violets, foxglove and iris
no morning sun has made.

Miles away from dusty trail,
enclosed by fence of stone.
This garden I create
I have always tended alone.

I built a new one by the river,
on whose banks the young deer graze.
One that is harder to maintain,
but is kissed by sunlight’s rays.

Now I see more flowers
than I ever thought to know.
And now I know the beauty
of loving while I grow.