The Gardener

A small seed and a handful of sand
Burried it deep, with his own hands
Watered that fleabite space, guaranteed it`s fed.
No sleep tonight, A watchful "eye" instead
Sweaty emotions amalgamated with mud
Tireless effort being put in his work
Endless devotion, tiring day`s and night
Determination undittered in spite
A "hopeful" for the fruit to turn
expecting just the "success" in return
The plants, his children, the only significant
and their long walk through life is magnificent
Finally the day of the "dawn"
A green layer of "fruit" through out the lawn
This moment is priceless
though he is "The Gardener".




The Gardener, A story, poem, of a man who is devoted to his work to an extent that the only thing that carries a meaning in his life are his "plants". His work rate is extraordinary yet this man is devoted by heart. He has spent literally his whole life with his "plants", the only significant to him and his love for his work never dies.