Bright and beautiful the day
A shining sun aloft
The green grass moved with every gust
The dew formed from the frost
A rose of red stood proud and strong
It watched the fields below
Atop a hill the rose abode
It watched the world flow.
A strange sight just a mile away
Another bright and red.
It’s stem seemed strong, it’s pedals thick
Not close to being dead.
Yet with its strength, A Gardner came
Each day took tender care.
The Gardner watered, fed, and pruned
Took precious time right there.
The rose from high upon a hill
Wondered jealously
Why am I not so well attend?
Who shall take care of me?
With each new day the Gardner came
And took care of the rose
and the one that stood upon a hill
Soon turned up its nose.
I have bugs, and water needs,
I could also use a trim.
My leafs are getting out of hand
My pedals feel quite dim.
The Gardner never comes to me
He never looks my way
I am nothing to the Gardner
I wittle all the day.
As days went by the rose grew dim
It’s heart consumed in hate
Every day I watched that flower
Get cared for near the gate.
Then afternoon a day or so
The Gardner couldn’t be found
The rose looked down beyond the field
But no Gardner was around.
A gentle touch made the pedals freeze
A cool liquid at her feet.
A shovel loosened hardened dirt
The rose and Gardner meet.
My dearest rose, how do you do?
The Gardner says aloud.
The rose looks up not making eyes
To speak, she was too proud.
Sensing the hate the Gardner sighed
“I’m sorry for your pain
You see that rose inside my gate
It’s health i must sustain.”
You see it’s roots don’t run as deep
Yours burrow down below
It’s carried easy by the wind
While you are taken slow.
I must sustain that rose below
It needs me constantly
But know this dear I’m watching you
Your needs, I always see.
I see your strength and what could be
When left up to yourself
So remember when your left alone
I know your strengths and health.
He stood and smiled and turned away
Returning to the gate.
He walked up to the other rose
And spoke to it til late.
As days past and she watched him work
A light appeared inside
The strength the Gardner said she had
was always on her mind.
The Gardner sees inside our hearts
he watches constantly,
He knows our needs, our wants, and dreams
But teaches patiently.
Tomorrow may be filed with sad
The next day, joy prolongs.
The Gardner knows just what we need
So we bloom bright and strong.
Jacob Gittins 