Feeling the earth 'neath our fingertips,
Full of hope and life from the sun,
Colored from eons of waiting,
This promise of re-birth begun.
The pansy and tulip won't mind
If we take us a bearing of thought,
Some moments that went afoer them,
Some mien of life that we ought.
So, while we are planting this garden,
Let God be our guide in the deed.
The One who will nourish our labors
And bring fruit from the planting of seed.
Poem written by moonbaby