We are all gardens:
Bright flowers blossoming ‘midst
a sea of green leaves;
fertile soils feed us,
hold us firm, deeply rooted,
fenced against the wind;
the summer rains come,
soft droplets gently falling,
a cleansing, made pure;
Beauty, hidden in
earth, budding outward, to bloom,
to blossom, restored.
We are all gardens:
Bright flowers, deeply rooted,
cleansed, restored, renewed.
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