Exceptional

A poem for the young & young at heart..

An Angel Is My Gardener

by RodG

An angel is my gardener whose work I marvel at each day: the rambling rose bush near my house, its dew-kissed buds, their sweet bouquet. Hydrangeas bloom by bleeding hearts. Nasturtiums grow capriciously while bright pink phlox has now sprung up amidst the ferns suspiciously. A botanist, un grande artiste, she glorifies each plant and tree. They prosper, thrive because she has a peerless virtuosity. At night she works her miracles, her magic tools invisible. She fertilizes every plant with stardust, moon beams bountiful. I'm sure while sitting on a cloud she heeds requests from feathered friends. "Thick leaves to hide our nests," they say, "ripe berries 'fore this summer ends." And on her arm a dove alights. "A peaceful place on earth," it coos, "is what all creatures need the most. New Eden that we won't abuse." She hears a hymn from other birds. A warbler sings, so does a wren, three mockingbirds, a meadow lark. "Oh, cherub sweet, Amen! Amen!"