The Flower Garden

A blur of color in the wind
Fertile soil as nature’s palette
A fragrance so seductive we think of sin



A gardener’s work must begin
Work the soil before he sees
A blur of color in the wind


Damp earth the gardener’s canvas
Spring warmth brings the seed to sprout
A fragrance so seductive we think of sin


A fiery sun nurtures the seed to begin
Emerald leaves open to feed and bring
A blur of colour in the wind


A palace of wild beauty within
The gardeners reward of toil is
A fragrance so seductive we think of sin


And within this plot of raging color
The worker’s castle for months to stay
A blur of color in the wind
A fragrance so seductive we think of sin.



By Wayne Jarus