Garden Time

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Blooming life, lights an ashen swamp. Willing work, a desire for renewal calls for delicate hands. A healing touch in a fairies play. She gains her freedom, seeking a hovel in a wetland garden. She finds a loving way in tending to life centered with grace.

A sweet life awaits she hadn't know before. A feverish pace, a race no more.

Life is a bit unsettled, many have questioned her way. They don't see her view, they project insecure weights.

In a tending of a bloom she finds, a rebirth of spirit coming. A path of life without arrogant divides. She sighs in a wish, a trust, knowing a water lily garden is worthy of a collective effort. Many hands turn a heavy burden to light work, happy, no rush.

In time we shall see it return to blooms, for this swamp land has life in cerulean hues.

Her burden starts heavy but lifts with each otters gift. She realizes there is a bit of help, mother nature lifts.

When she has a doubt cross her mind, I hope she knows her great work in love, a cannon of compassion has reflections in time. Nights maybe dark she tends the garden with a light heart. Chronography in nature her art ripples through rhythms, keys, notes, vibration, resonating in lives.

In this garden she tends, her work is clear, one step begs another, healing her scars, feeding them to flowers, composts compounds, lore dispelling fear.

Loved Ever More,
Aaron Baker

PS. My rise is built for tandem, I tender time, no more hurt for thee. I shall honor my word, in it my bond. Indeed true, you will see this time. Only to say, we shall have each others backs in this desire to build blue gardens. A true partnership sought, no more feeding the swine.

1 Garden Dedicated 4 Taylor Alison
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