The Garden

The little garden near my home

Oh, how beautiful the flowers have grown

Though still small like buds of May

Seeing those sights lights up my day.

The little garden near my home

Oh how I try to shower tender care

To shield them from storms that I have known

And from the fierceness of trampling bears

Yet maybe it's due to greed

My little consciousness I not heed

Wrongs after wrongs i err again

Tender care loses and becomes a bane

I could feel the leaves stripping by bits

The storms too gentle but still it hits

I try to salvage the errs I done

Yet the more I try the more I can't

Feel so imperfect a gardener I am

Don't know what's best for the flowers I tend

Do I love flowers as flowers love man

Certainly I 'm not planting just to fill land

I don't know what to say anymore no sorrys could speak

Is silence now golden or would the future be bleak

What should I do now for this lovely garden

Do I understand enough to make it Eden?

The doubts of skills cloud doubts of love

Oh how I need guidance from above

God's creation needs the creators manual

Each second each minute not just annual

I have been anxious for the flowers to grow

Impatience diminished the beauty of glow

Added fertiliser maybe too much

I'm now confused of my feelings as such.

How would this garden be in years to come

This is all rented not yet my farm

Only the Owner can decide just now

Just want him to know His guidance I bow

All I want is those flowers to thrive

May the flowers into oceans of love dive