A Garden Afar
Over vales and fields,
lies a garden afar.
The beauty of its three flowers
call to me.
So I travel winding road
for a day to gaze upon,
to joy in,
and to learn from them.
~~~~~
The first, a bright crocus,
puts springtime delight
in a heart shivering over
her wintry surroundings.
As I bow to smell
her playful fragrance,
and feel chubby, little petals against my cheek,
I wonder how one so small
- and too far away -
can put such great love
in a grandfather's heart?
~~~~~
My next flower is a bold tulip -
how colorful, grace-filled, and statuesque she stands!
The snows melt away
before her charming aroma,
her radiant joy,
and the musical glory of springtime
she sends forth heavenward.
The father longs for the times
his tulip was in garden near;
yet gives thanks that Another
cares for her so well.
~~~~~
The last flower, a fading red rose,
has drooping head
and slowly dropping petals.
The cruel winter
has been so very hard upon her.
Yet the season of long cold
has removed her thorns
that made it so very hard
to draw near.
Now the son sees in her
the favored color
of her Gardener,
and smells from her a sweet aroma
from a garden
yet further still.