Sun Gifts + Dazzle Rays

She seems blessed by the
things in her garden
There, nothing grows rotted or
wilted or hardened
And I wonder if it's luck or a
nurturing soil
Or whether in years past
Her back broke in toil

She wears smiles as she
tends
To her garden
And the sun gifts her dazzle,
and
Glorious rays
Which halo her white hair,
seems to honour her flaws
In the rainbow sweet scene
that plays out
Over there

And she is loved
By the life in her garden
where,
Nothing is rotted or wilted or
hardened, and I wonder
If it's luck, or a backbreaking
toil
Or whether
In years past
Her tears fed the soil 

M P 21/7/21