O what a pleasant recompense,
To cultivate some soulfulness
And plan ahead for loveliness
With sight beyond the present tense.
To see a garden where there’s not
And vibrancy of earthen pot
A brilliant colored waving plot
In place of present muddy lot.
Envision blooms soon high astride
A latticed wall securely tied
And flowers shouting out with pride,
Replacing earth tone’s wintry side.
I know what pleasure gardens bring,
Because the joy is not just spring;
But souls in early winter sing
Of future plans for gardening.
So nurture now your soulfulness,
And plan ahead for loveliness.