The garden keeper

He waters the thirsty soil in the sweltering heat

I've heard him singing hymns,

while plowing  the soil, and sowing the seeds,

 and nurturing  the saplings under the shiny sun

Twinkle in his eyes like the dewdrops of the grass blades

folds of his skin like the bark of an old tree

he hums along as the robin sings

 and beams like the sunflower as the honeybees dance

the old gardener lives his garden

One season evolves into another

small plants turn into big trees

but his work continues on

unrelenting  and never ending

His back has bowed, bent like a fruit laden tree

he is gone old like the corner oak tree

but the scent of the flowers, the cool breeze

and the soothing shade of the garden

rejuvenates him and keeps him going