Sun shine down
on my sweet Garden
Feed my plants
help them grow
Weeds keep me nimble
pulling and prodding
Forces old joints to bend
though they do not want to
Rain fall lightly
from the sky
Brighten my flowers
make them shine
Night rejuvenate roots
sending them deep
Nourish the stems
to feed hungry leaves
Day please wake me
to the wondrous sight
My Garden greets me
fed, nourished, watered and right
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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