A true story of a beloved soul!.!.!.thanks for reading!.!.!.!.!.!?
She enjoyed watching her flowers grow
In her garden of hard labor and crooked hands!.
Beautiful flowers grew as she watched the lands!.
Grow they did, swaying as the winds would blow!.
Time, years, decades passed when she could not toil
In her beloved garden of labor; the relentless winds blew!.
Watching, waiting, search, hopes on a new
Coming out of the evergrown land, in the unworked soil!.
Perennials battled the weeds with survial, or death; that show!.
Dandelions, that unwanted covering of the land!.
With tears she pulled the weeds out with bloodied hands
And the relentless winds blew spreading the dandelion snowWww@QuestionHome@Com