A monument to the gardeners friend,
The one who is busy from dawn to dusk,
Buzzing between the flower beds in shifts,
Working hard all day long,
Who helps the garden along,
With his buzzing wings singing a song,
Heart Break, Divorce, Survival, Personal Growth, Hope and Faith
Gusting winds, November rain, Then the snow , Leaves come drifting down, To fall on woodland floors, Carpeting the ground in layers, Where ...