The Garden - Poem by Herbert Moore
We can learn of birds and bees,
And of the sea and tide,
But, we also need to know
About life—which lives inside.
For it's in our mind we dwell—
Life's garden is planted there.
'Tis there—we choose to cultivate
What makes life foul or fair.
So, if our garden's free of weeds,
And we keep it filled with light,
Flowering thoughts will bloom,
and our days be new and bright
Then all our dreams will take root,
And each good thought will grow,
If we keep an open mind,
And —it's flowers that we sow.
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