Garden of Life

In the garden of life, we each have a place,
A seedling of hope, in this endless space,
With time and care, we grow and we bloom,
Through seasons of change, we weather and resume.

The sun and the rain, both blessings and strife,
Help us to grow, and to cherish life,
For though the storms may come and go,
We stand tall, and our beauty shows.

From the tiniest bud, to the grandest tree,
We are all part of this tapestry,
A symphony of colors, of fragrance and sound,
A garden of life, that forever astounds.

The petals of flowers, like fragile wings,
Flutter and dance, with the wind's gentle things,
The leaves of the trees, rustle and sway,
To the rhythm of life, each and every day.

And as the garden grows, so do we,
Our hearts and our souls, like the trunk of a tree,
We spread our branches, and we soar up high.

For life is a garden, with treasures untold,
A place of wonder, that never grows old,
With each new day, comes a chance to shine,
To grow and to flourish, in this garden of mine.

So let us tend to this garden with care,
With love and compassion, and a heart that's aware,
For every flower and tree, every leaf and vine,
Is a symbol of life, and a moment divine.