Orange Blossom Poem by Phil Soar

The Orange blossom on the trees
Brings me down upon my knees
Makes me smile
Makes me glad
My garden is my lifeblood
I tend do it like you would a child
Watching it grow and become beautiful
With love and tenderness helping it on the way
Watching my seeds develop before my eyes
The excitement when the result appears
Making me cry with the very delicate nature of its beauty
And without me to nurture it
It would fail
And that gives me a reason to complete the cycle
Blossoming as I go
Like the orange blossom
On the trees
That brought me to my knees
All those months ago amongst the Orange blossom trees.