Every garden has a song,

a song beyond all words.

sit in silence there to hear

cheeps from distant birds.


Every garden has its silence,

special to that place

stand beneath the maple tree,

gaze up the crown’s wide space.


Every garden’s a part of all,

linked through heart of earth

stand in one, you ‘re inside all,

your spirit takes new birth,


Every garden can’t help but sing,

green calls out so sweet,

shows us Eden, long ago,

as Adam kissed Eve’s dear feet.


I gaze up through bare winter trees,

the song is softer now.

No golden finch,no sparrow cheeps.

It’s buried in the snow.

Deep in dark ,life sparks again

and the green shoots come.

so we wait in harmony

till our garden sings out then


About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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