The Gardener

 

           

            O ,gardener,

            What spell, in your hands

            Which greens and stands

            Every seeds or plants,

            You insert in the land

 

            How your hands give life?

            Is it breath of the Christ?

            Which dwells in your five.

 

            How far are you patient?

            How close are you  kind?

            All the leaves miss your care .

            All flowers miss your mind.

 

            O, gardener where are you

            Your dreams came true.

            In the ground our roots

            Our branches all fruits

            In the sky very high.

            Our greens touch the blue

            Underneath a nice shade

            For the lovers we have made

            Come close come and see .

            How the nature paid your fee.

 

            This much color where from?

            The flowers bringing  home?

            How did  to the rainbow reach?

            Art of color who did teach?

 

            Passer by come close.

            Watch the heaven and the rose.

            To appreciate the   gardener.

            Hat off head, a moment pause.

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