The Garden of Life
Dry was the garden of life, when you came like a rain cloud, Like a whiff of fresh breeze, You brought a hope for new lease... And then it rained, sweet rain Rain of love, to soften the earth, Rain of care, to make things grow, Never ever let it slow... And when the heart needed warmth, You were my beam of sunshine... All flowers opened their pretty faces, Just to look up and smile at you... The garden is all fresh and green, The flowers are bright and gay, But then there comes the darkness... The nightfall after day. The flowers closed their eyes in fear, The gayness died away... When all at once there came a million stars With you, the silver moon... And slowly they opened up... Bathing in the soft moonlight, Lit up in a heavenly glow... Now they know, you would never let go! You are the gardener of my life, Without you it would be no garden... A dry desert with no sign of life... Full of pain and strife... Day or night... The garden of my life... Would prosper as long as you are there, To take care of it. - Tathheer Fathima M.