The Garden’s Quiet Song

In the quiet of the morning,
I dig my hands into the earth,
lettuce leaves stretch to the sun,
garlic bulbs whisper beneath the soil.
Onions peek through, a humble promise,
Roma tomatoes blush with summer heat,
cucumbers curl, hidden in the green.
Basil stretches its arms toward the sky,
while thyme and oregano weave their magic,
their fragrance fills the air—
a symphony of scent.
Mint, like a secret, waits to be found,
coriander’s leaves shimmer in the light,
and parsley stands with quiet grace,
each plant reaching, growing, thriving,
in the soil that holds their stories.
The garden becomes a place of peace,
a calm haven where I am both the caretaker
and the witness to life’s unfolding.
In each leaf, each root,
I find the rhythm of nature,
and a part of me takes root, too.