Perfection sought, the gardener prunes
Clipping, watering, feeding, He grooms
Enlisting the sunlight to give its aid
And pure black earth and trees for shade
Carefully grooming each tender part
Lovingly, He tenderly shapes his art
Undying devotion and meticulous care
Soon will find a blossom there
Clipping watering feeding he grooms
Beneath the hand His flower blooms
Fragile petals that together mold
A wondrous beauty to behold
Such a priceless flower is hard to find
Takes a gardener’s hand – a gardener’s mind.
Wind and rain and storms withstood
She becomes the rose He knew she would

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