The garden blooms to your delight; to and from this very night. When you are but one; this garden blooms until you're done.
The Garden
The Garden
By: Adam M. Snow
The garden blooms to your delight;
to and from this very night.
When you are but one;
this garden blooms until you're done.
Keep that in mind but out of sight;
this garden is full of roses so white.
Open up and let shine the sun;
for Springtime has only begun.
Show off your garden so bright;
for there is no need to fight.
Now go on, no need to run;
when you're in your garden my son.
Theresa Ann Moore
The beauty of a garden brings a very special meaning to life. A lovely poem. Thank you.
The beauty of a garden brings a very special meaning to life. A lovely poem. Thank you.
such a lovely garden, when springtime just begins...