Poem | Life Recoil

Like the gardener will tend
And battle a weed
He has taken his heed
With his life on the mend.
A flower pops out
Taking life from the sun
A blessing confirms fun
The next beginning to tout.
Like a gardener’s rejoice
The promise of a petal
Excitement never to settle
But singing with loud voice.
A spring time flutter
The soft breeze floats past
Long days ready to last
Last words to utter.
Like a gardener tends soil
This day will improve
Get in the groove

No life recoil.

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