Garden Wise

I’m learning how to plant new seeds
To nurture sprouts and let them rise
I’m pruning back and pulling weeds
As branches sway to gentle sighs

I’m listening to the songs of birds
And watching bees and butterflies
I’m reading nature’s book of words
As seasons turn, all lives and dies

I’m resting during winter’s calm
And blooming with the springtime flowers
I’m soaking summer’s healing balm
And letting go for autumn’s hours

I’m finding secrets, tracing flows
And keeping faith while cutting ties
I’m conscious how my spirit grows
I’m slowly getting garden wise