Growing again after winter they slept,
Hopes are awakened, dark days are behind,
Soon flowers will bloom
where once we have wept,
All is not growing like roses we find,
Embedded deep in the living mind.
We planted the seeds into fertile ground,
Hoping they'll grow,both tall and strong,
there's not a plant to be found,
Are life's hopes based on something wrong?
When things go wrong in what we do,
We do the growing one day at a time,
We learn not to be down ,out and blue,
don't always turn out fine.
Inside of us is a garden of sorts,
That sorts out the seeds into their kinds,
When against the odds we have stuggled
The flowers that bloom are good for our minds.