A PRAYER FOR THE GARDEN BY RICK HAYNES

The wind is blowing so hard.

And the rain keeps pouring down.

The new shrubs are ready to be planted.

But as it’s so wet, will they drown?

The sun is finally spearing through the cloud.

And the smile across my face is back.

But wait. Is that thunder I hear in the distance?

As the skies to the west are full of pure black

Yet Mother Nature is sending me a message.

And it is up to me to take note.

For she knows what will happen.

Whereas I can only pray and hope.

The wind is now dying.

And the glorious sun is out.

Its warmth is so welcome.

Without any doubt.

I Thank you Mother Earth.