Tending....

                                     
                                   She tended her garden from dawn until dusk.....
                                   Each plant well nurtured and treasured.

                                   Making her way through the jungle of colour,
                                   Each drop of water was measured.

                 

                                 When the poppies burst open, she noted their presence,
                                 And knew that they wouldn’t last long.

                                 In the morning, their delicate petals would fall.
                                 Wafer thin; not awfully strong!

But nevertheless, the splashes of red

Certainly drew her eye!

      So, she scurried around, being careful to tread

and all the time wondering why.

                                  Why was it something so vivid and bright
                                                   Could only last a day?

                                  Why was it something she nurtured so well,
                                                   Could be easily blown away?

                                        She tended her garden from morn until eve
                                         And all through the happy, four seasons.
                                           
                                          Yet, wondering, watching and waiting,
                                          For so many interesting reasons.