Her Garden
From ruins lost to green and time
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When we moved in it was nohting more than a rocky dirt patch
Over time, with love and passion for growing things,
she transformed it into a lush, private oasis of grasses and shrubs
under the huge Linden trees.
We hauled tons of fieldstone from the old property walls
lost in time to the woods and vines.
From those stones, she built a meandering low wall
to highlight the garden and create a place to sit and contemplate.
This piece was inspired by the inspired garden designer and builder who is my wife.
Her Garden
[Verse 1]
When we arrived, the earth lay bare
A rocky patch, forgotten there
No promise in the hardened ground
No whisper of the green profound
[Verse 2]
But she, with hands both strong and kind
Saw beauty where none else could find
And bent her will to coax and grow
What sleeping seeds refused to show
[Chorus - Light brushed percussion enters, piano underscores]
With love she turned the stubborn soil
Through seasons of devoted toil
Until the grasses learned to sway
Beneath the Lindens' dappled play
[Verse 3]
The shrubs unfurled their tender leaves
A sanctuary she conceived
A private oasis, lush and deep
Where ancient trees their vigil keep
[Verse 4]
Together, stone by weathered stone
We hauled what time had overthrown
Old fieldstone walls the woods had claimed
By creeping vines and years unnamed
[Chorus]
From ruins lost to green and time
She built a wall of patient rhyme
That meanders soft through shade and sun
A place to rest when day is done
[Bridge - Instrumental break: delicate guitar and piano interplay]
[Verse 5 - Softer, more intimate]
Now here, upon this low-built seat
Where stone and living garden meet
I sit and contemplate the art
Of she who gardens with her heart
[Final Chorus - Building gently with full instrumentation]
For every bloom that graces here
Each blade of grass, each shrub held dear
Reflects the beauty that she brings
The gardener who taught stones to sing
[Outro - Return to fingerpicked guitar, fading gently]
The gardener who taught stones to sing...
Who taught stones to sing...
This is original work is produced by AK Darvinson with a combination of observation, critical thinking, insight, heart, compassion, passion, creativity, and technology. All rights are reserved. Free sharing is encouraged. Commercial use via license only.
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