God planted for me a garden.
He fertilized it with love,
watered it with showers of Blessings,
germinated it with warm smiles
and enriched it with children's laughter.
In the center of my garden
stands Doug, a mighty oak,
tall and straight.
His branches reaching out,
giving shelter to the blossoms
that surround him.
Alongside this mighty tree,
Nancy, a beautiful rambling rose,
her petals kissed by the dew,
glistening in the sun as
she meanders upward
and around the mighty oak.
Nearby, Andi, a fragrant honeysuckle,,
entwines herself around the trunk
of Nathan, a sturdy dogwood.
On the otherside of the the oak,
stands Matthew, an offshoot,
tall and stately like the oak
from which he sprung.
Twining her tendrils around
him is Jaime, a sweet, flowering ivy.
At their feet are two adorable,
tiny blossoms, Addie, a precious sweet pea,
and Ava, a shining buttercup.
Watching over the two little ones is
Taisha, an exquisite, golden gladiola.
Last, but not least is Jerry,
my sturdy, unbreakable rock,
covered in shiny green moss.
I luxuriate in my garden,
I never want to leave.
