dug in and dirt has flown
earth swirl, rocks tumbling
flowers facing the sun
beaming back on the beautiful garden

heat rising
green housing our perennial beauties
the sweet asana of our lovely flow
stretching twisting posing
for the perfect picture

hands holding nurturing massaging
the clear light from all facets
its intensity removes all discomfort
its purity is whispering sweetly in our ears

I give thanks for the shovel
I give thanks for the watering can
but mostly I give thanks to you
for looking, sharing, and loving the blossoming flower