His Private Garden

 

In his private garden,

He weeds and seeds and sows

Slowly and steadfastly

Hoping his flowers grow

 

In his private garden,

He plots and prunes and preens

Squarely and sure-footed

He is master of his dreams

 

In his private garden

Without fear or feign

A violet shared her colours

Blooming in the rain

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