A Season In The Garden

Remember when we were young together as we played in the sun, it was shining bright enough for everyone.
Feeding the flowers of of our soul, a growing garden that would show off all the colors of our rainbow.
A honey bee looking for dew suckled a rose that was ripe and true with a promise of sweet from somthing new.
In the sky a dove spreads her wings for the first time while she sings the notes that will put us to sleep until spring.
As the wind blows the blue sky away a storm sets in for the next day, a new season always begins this way.
Snowflakes dance to the ground and our garden is without a sound while we dream of all the new colors we have found.
Lost beneath the blankets of snow lay the words we want you to know.
Our garden still has room to grow.