Dear Project
I've given you my precious time
Time that was my own secret garden
Where my thoughts flourished
Random thoughts like the runners that run helter-skelter
blooming at will
Beautiful thoughts that bloomed like the rose and took centerstage
Some thoughts of others, their lives, their ways
Like chrysanthemums multi-colored and bright
Some just pale and fading away
I lay on the grass sometimes
And looked up at the beautiful blue sky
Watching as seasons turned
Clouds white, grey -
Sometimes just blue...and cloudless
I relished the rain the bore down on me with a smile
pressed to the ground, close to Mother Earth
Still among my own flowers
In my own garden.
But Dear Project, now, I have lent you my time
Treat it well, take care of it; make good use of it;
Maybe you too know
how to make a garden flourish?
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