By Kaye Cunningham
Date: 2 February 1998

Inside grows a garden

I gaze upon the garden taking breath from life within

and venture thought of comparision with my foliage friends.

I look upon their beauty of natural grace and form

scattered 'midst the winter death and cutting-edged thorn.

So eager to rest their weary heads,cast aside,spent,unfound,

willing to linger for a moments breath upon the coldest ground.

Holding solid the roots of their convictions among the strangling weeds,

Willing to sacrifice themselves for another blossom's needs.

Proprogating..Germinating..Seeking to add beauty to our world

in every type of shape and use, their existence to unfurl.

Lasting only just as long as someone cares to share

a loving touch, a passion for it to grow so fair.

But then to lie in waste by nature's raging storm

if noone shows the haste to protect its gentle form.