’m learning how to plant new seedsTo nurture sprouts and let them riseI’m pruning back and pulling weedsAs branches sway to gentle sighsI’m listening to the songs of birdsAnd watching bees and butterfliesI’m reading nature’s book of wordsAs seasons turn, all lives and diesI’m resting during winter’s calmAnd blooming with the springtime flowersI’m soaking summer’s healing balmAnd letting go for autumn’s hoursI’m finding secrets, tracing flowsAnd keeping faith while cutting tiesI’m conscious how my spirit growsI’m slowly getting garden wise
— Wayne Visser