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The World is a Garden
The world is a Garden, a Garden of people
Who live and who die through all ages and time.
Mothers and fathers take care of the garden
For they are the gard'ners, their call is divine.
A few of these gard'ners work hard in their gardens,
They strengthen their charges in numerous ways.
They pull out the weeds and they tie up to stakes,
Helping them get through those treacherous days.
There are other gard'ners that are a bit careless,
They think it won't hurt to let a few things go;
They let a few weeks in and leave out the stakes,
Not knowing just how hard the mighty winds blow.
There's a kind of gard'ner that's worse than the rest.
They do not care what to the garden befalls;
They might even step on things without thinking.
The garden is without protection at all.
The ones in the garden have many decisions.
There are many things that they cannot control.
The weather comes in, there are often bad storms;
The gard'ner has a very serious role.
There are some in the garden that even with care
Were just simply not meant to always live there.
But while in the garden, the gard'ners in charge.
The good ones are those that are always aware.
For gard'ners must be aware of all of their charges,
The needs that come daily and have to be met.
They must be aware of the daily changes,
They must take good care, they must never forget.
There are those in the garden given every care
Who still will grow wild and grow crookedly up.
Some of them may lie down and reject all help.
Good gardn'ers still care, they just never give up.
Being a good gard'ner is not always easy,
But it can bring rewards for us just the same.
For though gard'ners cannot take credit for all
They feel pride and joy if their garden is tame.
The world is a garden, a garden of people
Who live and who die through all ages and time.
Mothers and fathers take care of the garden
For they are the gard'ners, their call is divine.
**Written sometime between 1993 and 1995
