WITHIN YOUR GARDEN SOUL

Speak from the place where your spirit grows,

paint the light only your heart knows —

nurture the beauty your hands have sown,

deep within your garden soul.

 

Your words are seeds you scatter wide,

your colors are hope where shadows hide —

they take root in the quiet, unseen,

blooming in spaces where you have been.

 

They may not cheer, they may not call,

but life springs up where your blessings fall —

trust the quiet work you’ve begun,

every flower you plant is a light well done.

 

So paint, and write, and let your song

breathe on — where it belongs —

for your garden soul knows what it’s for:

to bloom, to give, to heal, to soar.