walk around the garden , just to watch it grow. filling me with sweet hope, as the seasons go .
Winter is quite desolate, it seems like nothing grows . The day filled with muted grey, turned into bitter night.
Plants are long past dying. But, what fills me with delight.
Is dancing around the holly tree ,
Until the morning light.
the holly bush resilient,while others seize to show .
This outlook gives hope in the midst of bitter snow.
That what ever season comes at me I'll cherish , thrive and grow .