The Gardener Poem by Joseph Williams

It was a peaceful June day when I spoke to him
Dressed in plain gardening clothes and sunshine
Listening to my youthful worries and woes in life
All while tending to his precious lilies and orchids
With attentive ears and careful concentration he spoke

When I had planted seeds of doubt, he sowed clarity
While the tainted soils of fear began to nurture hope
And anxious pollution turned to convicting pollination
"All flowers must wilt in time, but let it be not their final memory
For it is the beauty of our bloom that we will remember so dearly."