My Spring Garden

*My Spring Garden*

When I arrived you were dead; Not a single weed, nor even a blade of grass
 
You wouldn't drink the water; It merely bypassed your dry loam, leaving you as parched as at midday 
 
I peeled back your superficial surface; not a snail, slug or worm, a few exoskeletons and nothing more
  
Words spoken over you were cruel: "She's toxic"; "Nothing grows there."
 
No one was prepared to invest; They said your fruit would be inedible, said your roses would be food for vermin
 
"You'll never see her beauty," they said; "Don't waste your time." There was talk of replacing you with "Good soil"
 
I'm sorry I didn't say anything; Just held back till the voices ceased, after years two or three 
 
Then the curse was broken. Gone the ones who'd cast their spell; It was time to turn you into a heaven, from a place so infertile
 
Organic bits and pieces joined you in their death; Composting close to your heart, with the help of easy-go guests: The worms took to you pretty quick
 
I covered you in another skin; that "good soil" was my gift.
The rain would kiss that extra layer, as though you were without sin
 
And hidden 'neath the shaddows Of over-hanging trees you mulled; soon adapted and along came birds and bugs
 
And grass and weeds appeared at last; It was a sign of life, a carpet of green that many called ugly. Yet, in truth you were miraculous!
 
Then, that special day; When I peeled things back again and saw your heart was ripe, under that cover love moved now: Biological delights!
 
So I selected a fine array--Of foliage, seed and stem; It were as though you had fell pregnant, with every kind of gem
 
And I watered you with tender care; My blessings they were over you, floating into the air above you, filled with anticipation
 
It's been 6 months; Oh look at you!
As colourful as a nation