Each time I plant a garden,
The flowers always die.
I hope and pray when each Spring comes,
Yet every time I try
I'm left with nothing in my hands
And once again I cry.
Enough! I'm done! I'll plant no more!
I vow that I shall be
Strong and independant, hoping
Nevermore to see
The blooming nor the dying
Of a dream not meant to be.
"Come, Winter, lay upon my soul
"Your deepest, coldest snow.
"Though I was meant for warmth and light,
"For love and laughter, know
"That I shall steel my heart against
"Expecting love to grow."
Now under Winter's covering
It's safe and cool and dark.
No light nor sound can penetrate,
Much less can leave its mark.
And I in peaceful solitude
Lie sleeping in my heart.
And there I would have surely stayed,
But one great ray of light
Broke through to touch my heart and mind
And wake me from my night.
Though I resisted, it was strong
And swiftly won the fight.
Now once again Springtime has come
And I feel born anew.
In wonder, I behold a tree
Where once frail flowers grew.
For me, the best was saved for last:
My love, this tree is you.