my mind flees to those days of my gardening
making flowers of pink, red, yellow, and
othertaking my stand with plants in rain and sunshine
as i’m washed in the lashing showers, becoming
part of the ocean, the source of all life
not petrified by thunder and lighteningthat prompts the faint hearted to escape
to hide timidly under roof avoiding strife!
my spirit yearns for those days of flower
making
making flowers of pink, red, yellow, and
otherwalking upright as soft drizzle shower on my head
while my soul dances singing, all is green grass!
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