The Garden - Poem by Keith Foley
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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