To
let it in
The garden, I think
It is a poem in itself
You
discover what needs to be done
But it does not stay done
The garden changes all the time
And
for the gardener
The joy does not end
In finishing the tasks
You
have to take the time
To let the garden in
Let
it deliver its magic to you
While it can
While you can receive it
(words:
Steve Wing, Florida; picture: Diana Wynne, California)
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