Sure as the river flows
a morning gently glows.
While the Gardener sows,
a morning gently grows.
Reverent, still—I remain in my seat
as flowers, fragile and sweet
bundled together like wheat
await dawn’s light heat—
Softly, I tip tap my feet.
Oh when shall we meet?
Dancing to and fro,
eternal heart beats echo
across time and space—
all things in their place
moving with steady pace.
Ah yes, light and shadow play
welcoming this new day.
Patiently, I await her face.
With quiet, elegant grace,
she waltzes in rhythmic flow
—I say, “Good morning” and “Bravo!”
Sure as grass receives dews
and coffee brews,
a morning gently glows
while the Gardener sows
His handful of seed
providing for our every need.
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