Tending

 Tending to your garden,

Is one of my favorite things to do-

Let me water you when needed,

Turn your face to the sunshine I share with you- 

Need to rest?

Let the moonlight rejuvenate your soul. 

I'll plant the seeds,

Singing to them as I push them into the Earth's surface, gently and with intention.

Watching them sprout,

So delicate.

I'll watch the seedlings grow into beautiful fruits of our labor,

The love, the work, the consistency pays off.

Every morning I'll sing to your growing plants,

As their roots grow deeper,

As their dead leaves shed,

As budding new life springs up.

And when we harvest,

It will be abundant-

Because this garden will have been tended to in the most loving of ways.