I had a garden once,
Grew vegetables by the bunch.
All my neighbors would come around
To watch me till the ground.
In early spring, I planted it,
Then we watched my garden grow.
The April showers watered it
And I chopped the weeds between the row.
I weeded and pruned
All of May and early June.
I toiled, a labor of love
Removing the mites, worms, and bugs.
Each plant I tended as if it were a child
And all the waste, I blended into my compost pile.
In early summer, oh, how my garden had grown.
It was then I started to harvest, to reap what I had sown.
That summer I learned a lesson and learned it very well.
Love is in the labor and not the fruit we put upon the shelves.