In My Garden - A Poem

In my garden, I see life begin to bloom,

God’s creation gently rising from the gloom.

With colors so vibrant and scents that delight,

Nature awakens in the warm morning light.

I rise from the ground, becoming a plant,

With sunlight, water, and air, I enchant.

I take birth in a world that can sometimes be unfair,

Yet I’m nurtured with love, care, and affection rare.

Though sometimes it feels like love’s just a show,

I strive to grow strong and let my true colours show.

Capable of making my own food with ease,

As I grow tall, I offer shade and peace.

I’ve witnessed emotions, both joy and pain,

I hold cherished memories like drops of rain.

Called a 'Blessed Tree,' I provide shelter so deep,

In a world that feels bleak, I guard dreams as they sleep.

Surrounded by plants, I watch children play,

Listening to laughter as they learn every day.

Nurtured by gratitude and affection's bright light,

The flowers are children; I bloom with delight.