The Garden Poem by Keith Foley

The Garden



Growing a garden is a beautiful thing,
Watching the bells of heaven ring.

Water and minerals, how does it know...
What to soak up, how large to grow?

The mystry of a seed is anyones guess,
Feeding the earth Gods food does bless.

The gift of life what a treasure to hold,
A taste of Gods love more precious than gold!

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