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In the garden, the hands and
the mind are always kept busy.
while pruning, pulling out slugs,
or just repotting, every fibre of
stress enslaving one's person,
softens and melts...none can
stop the flow of joy when we
see new twigs, new leaves,
and new flower buds.
That soothing, peaceful silence
in plants growing, enfolds the
gardener, who understands and
lets God's humble creatures
quietly live their lives.
Pine trees grow taller ,wider,
spiders spin their webs,
grasshoppers hop and feed,
dragonflies, butterflies mature
in their hidden spots...while
gentle breezes make leaves
softly rustle...no sharp noises,
no shrills, no poundings heard,
just whispers of the gardener's
relaxed breaths and sighs,
while taking in, enjoying the cold
feel of the soil, the clay pots, and
the tap water flowing.
In the upper sphere of the garden,
dreams, thoughts, and sentiments
that dwell in the mind, form a dome,
an arc, like a rainbow after the rain.
the gardener gets lost in a chasm
of thoughts...forgetting the burdens
of life..........forgetting about time.
sally b
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 25, 2021
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC
🌈
🌿🌱 🍃 👩🌾
In the garden, the hands and
the mind are always kept busy.
while pruning, pulling out slugs,
or just repotting, every fibre of
stress enslaving one's person,
softens and melts...none can
stop the flow of joy when we
see new twigs, new leaves,
and new flower buds.
That soothing, peaceful silence
in plants growing, enfolds the
gardener, who understands and
lets God's humble creatures
quietly live their lives.
Pine trees grow taller ,wider,
spiders spin their webs,
grasshoppers hop and feed,
dragonflies, butterflies mature
in their hidden spots...while
gentle breezes make leaves
softly rustle...no sharp noises,
no shrills, no poundings heard,
just whispers of the gardener's
relaxed breaths and sighs,
while taking in, enjoying the cold
feel of the soil, the clay pots, and
the tap water flowing.
In the upper sphere of the garden,
dreams, thoughts, and sentiments
that dwell in the mind, form a dome,
an arc, like a rainbow after the rain.
the gardener gets lost in a chasm
of thoughts...forgetting the burdens
of life..........forgetting about time.
sally b
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 25, 2021
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