Gardens

My garden grows in great profusion
With flowers, plants, and trees;
While vines are winding in confusion;
A home for birds and bees.

Some toad stools pop up from the ground
Unaided by human hand.
Butterflies flit around and 'round
Seeking petals on which to land.

But there's another kind of growing
To which I tend and weed;
'Tis friendship I intend on sowing
To fill a growing need.

While nature tends the wild things
In her great and knowing way,
Only my own action brings
A friendship here to stay.

Both my gardens thrive and live
And give me cause to smile;
But it's the friendship that I give
That makes it all worthwhile.