A Garden Lives

                               A garden lives within our soul,

                                     A secret place so dear,

                              A quaint and lovely part of earth

                                    That brings us beauty here.

                               The tulips catch the morning sun,

                                     The air is fresh and sweet,

                                    At eventide the shadows fall

                                     When day is then complete.

                                      A  garden is a golden spot

                                   Where comfort fills our heart,

                              A peaceful place where quiet dwells

                                     As each new day does start.

                              There's loveliness and tender faith,

                                      As raindrops softly fall,

                                To bless each wondrous growing thing,

                                      As nature then stands tall.

                                   A fragrance fills this quiet spot

                                       With peaceful tender bliss,

                              Where God looks down on each small plant

                                        And sends an angels kiss.

                               To walk and dream 'neath cotton clouds,

                                         To feel the warmth of Spring,

                                    And gently tuck the world away

                                           As robins nest and sing.

                                  There's promise in the hope we find

                                           As seasons come and go.

                                   The laughter of the summer breeze,

                                          The touch of Winter snow,

                                     A miracle - a friendship real,

                                          The smile that loving gives,

                                    While every heart finds flessedness

                                            Because a garden lives

Garnett Ann Schultz