A little garden brimming with years of countless beauty. The honeybees come to startle me, With their bothersome buzzing a skip from my ears. The eight legged ruthless spiders, Block my path with their creative silky web display, Dangling erratically in the air. And the colourless moths that flutter so elegantly around the lawn, They all make their way, To my blooming tree. With smiles as bright as the sun, I twirl companionless surrounded by the greenery of the landscape. Nature everywhere sways as my garden hose showers the leafy shrubs, While a seagull soars overhead. I soak my four foot tree in a downpour of immeasurable love, And laugh in disbelief. Eight years ago you were nothing to me but a dull dwarf sized sapling. I couldn’t picture a bigger world, Where life blooms and time changes everything, I was only in the third grade. I couldn’t envision ever growing up, And sprouting dreamed-up wings of freedom. I doubted Mother Nature and your leafy wings of potential, But today you showed me, The moments I long awaited. The gift of patience, Is falling in love with your once lifeless uncertainties, And holding dear to each and every leaf on the evergreen trunk. I learned to love in these eight years, And that will always be the greatest gift. The gift of patience, Is worth lingering for.