The garden is producing food
as we go about our day.
Without so much as a thank-you
this garden goes away.
While in full swing, we pick it's fruit
and never look back.
We haul it in as if it's loot
that fills our empty sack.
One day I'd like to thank-you
for the goodness you provide.
I hope I'll have the time to
but time passes like the tide.
No matter what you're thinking
I appreciate your care
Maybe you're just a garden,
but I'm sure glad you're there! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pretty simple and easy to understand I really like the poems you write.