If only the
gardens that we plant,
Grew things
that fed the soul...
How easy then to
fill the heart,
From harvest we
could grow.
If we could
plant the seeds of love,
Compassion and
much caring...
Harvest then a
bumper crop,
That could be
used for sharing.
Put in a row of
forgiveness,
And one of
reaching out...
A lot of
sunshine and laughter,
We used to pave
our route.
If only we could
grow a crop,
That's known as
Golden Rule...
We could weed
out all hurt and hate,
No need of
verbal duel.
A bit of
kindness that grew tall,
In center of our
garden...
If only we grew
all these things,
No need to ask
for pardon.
(c)
02/06/09 Loree (Mason) O'Neil
Midi playing is: Beautiful
Dreamer
