The quiet garden lies waiting,
dew sparkles the grass.
Dim in the dawn light,
slowly, the rising sun
wakens the birds and song fills the air.
Flowers lift their heads to the warming sun,
buds slowly open.
The warmth spreads downward.
Beneath the surface, unwakened seeds
stir and start to grow.
Flower or weed, each one makes it’s journey
slowly and purposefully to the surface,
there to greet the golden sunshine.
The garden lives again.
Angela Merritt ©