THE GARDENER

THE GARDNER

She was busy tapping away...
at her computer...
typing her next poem.
Her writing was her passion...
and she just loved ...
reading books.
It was a really hot day and...
her short story was...
a little behind schedule.

Looking out of her window...
with one hand raised to her brow...
she saw the gardener.
He was always looking happy...
How could he ...
always look...
so bloody happy..
she scorned!!

Slowly stepping out...
into the garden...she asked...
Do you need anything?

I just wish I could write...
Like you he replied
Do you not write? She asked...
I just watch and enjoy
Replied the gardener.

Watch she asked?
Yes...nature and all that comes ...
and goes...all that lives...
And all that dies

I'm struggling just now...
Writers block they call it!
Difficult to write about...
Nature in my line of work...
She retorted.

Maybe...just maybe said the gardener
I could give you...
Some ideas!
Just looking around here..
Seems to me that ...
all is needed is...
"To put some petals back on the broken flowers.
Some leaves back on the trees.
Include a lots of sunshine
And finally a moon full of love"
That's beautiful she said...
And that's it....Thank you Gardener!!

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