In her yard a thousand flowers
Each one sown with seeds of love…
Where she passed forgotten hours
While the sun shone high above.

In her hands a hoe and rake
To tend the soil from which they grow…
A labor not without rewards,
As those who pass will surely know.

In her eyes a natural artist
Seeing beauty yet to shine…
A canvas waiting to be filled
With colors of the budding vine.

In her heart a love for nature,
Sweet perfume flows through her veins…
Her garden grows with sweat and tears
Combined with heaven’s blessed rains.

In her mind a sweet repose
When sitting where her flowers nod…
Beneath the gentle breeze that blows,
To her the fragrant breath of God.

In her soul a quiet peace
That flows among this vast creation…
Reaching out to you and me,
Her flowerbed of inspiration.