To let it in

The garden, I think
It is a poem in itself

You discover what needs to be done
But it does not stay done
The garden changes all the time

And for the gardener
The joy does not end
In finishing the tasks

You have to take the time
To let the garden in

Let it deliver its magic to you
While it can
While you can receive it

(words: Steve Wing, Florida; picture: Diana Wynne, California)

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