A walk in my garden.
My garden grows within a sunny place,
In a clearing surrounded by deep woods.
A path of flowers does not seem misplaced
Among the clumps of bluebeard and mockorange.
From balcony of trees a wood thrush chimes
While the sunlight warms orange and gold daylilies,
And the red rose on the crabapple climbs.
Ah, To tarry in a moment divine!
But what’s this? A hole where my phlox was!
My serenity and peace is shattered
A shovel has dug deep without the law.
as I see the garden ruined and tattered.
I should behold Karma or dharma here.
In my youth, many are the things I “found”!
The almighty offers new frontiers.
And whatever you do, surely comes around.
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