The Garden

The gardener faces more adversity than most. The trying obstacle of tending to his garden.

Those blind to his tribulation only see the beauty of his labor.

The worn and weathered are watered in no admiration but his own.

For he has seen the potential buried beneath the root and stem.

The elegance now wilted but destined to find its way back into the light.

It’s easy to foster affection for the blossoming, boisterous, & breathing taking bouquet. It’s wonder isn’t something that will be ignored even from its caretaker.

But the fallen, forgotten, & faint those obstructions require patience.

For what can be loved more than the seedling you watched stumble only to pick themselves back up.

So with a deep sigh and shaken but sturdy resolve he carries on. Ever nurturing his wizen rose, the love beneath the ground.

And she will bloom again.