I'll plant my flowers in the sun
As long as I am able.
And lie me down when day is done,
To sleep as in a cradle.
Let labor in my house and land
Be that wrung of my own sweat.
Before I fall just let me stand,
Reaping fruits that I beget.
For I have found that here on earth
We all live by the same creed.
The thoughts and words we speak give birth
To good or bad as sown seed.
Well said, Jessica. May I add this to your lovely thoughts?:
P A T I E N C E
is the
G A R D E N
in which
H O P E
is allowed to
G R O W
In God's Garden it is always Summer. Teddy Rex.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !