Garden
By Elsy Satheesan
She planted a secret in her garden
and one in her soul too.
The secret in the garden
bloomed into golden marigolds,
and stood beaming,
with bouquets raised to the skies.
The wind rippled about,
birds hummed above,
bees surged in buzz,
and beetles hovered in fizz.
The season and the garden
warmed into every heart.
The secret in her soul,
the seed of a carving ailment,
lay buried quite quiet.
Slowly it started sprouting,
seldom showing up to any.
She smiled with the marigolds
to let them know
that their mesmerizing charm
will keep her from harm.
And robust hope, did thwart
the germinating ailment,
keeping it down and out,
to a ripe old age!
She gleaned from her garden,
hope is life,
life is hope.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
Garden
By Elsy Satheesan
She planted a secret in her garden
and one in her soul too.
The secret in the garden
bloomed into golden marigolds,
and stood beaming,
with bouquets raised to the skies.
The wind rippled about,
birds hummed above,
bees surged in buzz,
and beetles hovered in fizz.
The season and the garden
warmed into every heart.
The secret in her soul,
the seed of a carving ailment,
lay buried quite quiet.
Slowly it started sprouting,
seldom showing up to any.
She smiled with the marigolds
to let them know
that their mesmerizing charm
will keep her from harm.
And robust hope, did thwart
the germinating ailment,
keeping it down and out,
to a ripe old age!
She gleaned from her garden,
hope is life,
life is hope.