Gardening With God

I am enjoying my babies With God so very close I smile at my flowers I love them all the most. But that, my friend, is easy For they all are special to me They sprout their little flowers The shades I love to see. I talk to them and to God I cherish them all you see Some Ruby Bells I adore, though Some names have escaped me. It doesn't matter at all, of course They all will understand Some I can pick, take inside Some must stay in the land. They come and go, yes I know The seasons change each year But God and me, I can see We both hold them so very near.