You pour in the hard work,
Giving the garden your tender love and care.
You welcome the bees and battle the "bad" bugs,
Shielding your soil from the tornado’s wind and winter’s bite.
You water like clockwork and feed the earth its due,
But still…
A seed refuses to wake.
A seedling won't take hold.
A plant stays barren, withholding its fruit.
Sometimes they freeze, sometimes they blow away;
Sometimes the deer feast, or the insects claim the day.
In the garden, you win some and you lose some.
But no matter what—keep planting.
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