I found a little garden in a corner of my mind
It was full of tiny flowers of every imaginable kind
I noticed little buttercups so fragile on the ground
And busy water lilies floated all around
Bold sunflowers seemed to grow straight up to the sky
While carefree, happy daisies were just a little shy
Thorny, velvet roses didn’t let me get too close
And silly, yellow daffodils made me laugh the most
I wondered to myself, “Who cares for these so dearly?”
Then I saw the gardeners so diligent but cheery
They worked all day nurturing their tiny baby plants
They watered, trimmed and chased away annoying little ants
Carefully they pulled the weeds that might harm their precious buds
Never noticing the prickly thorns, the insects or the mud
Then one day, much to all the gardeners dismay
There wasn’t any water and the soil had turned to clay
The gardeners watched helplessly as their little flowers fell
”Can’t someone help us?” “Who can we tell?”
Our daffodils and roses will never be what they could be
And our daisies and our buttercups might even die you see
But no one came with water and no one seemed to care
No one had the answer, it was almost too much to bear
Then I saw a teardrop fall from one of the gardener’s eyes
It splashed upon a tender buttercup just about to die
And the fragile little buttercup who drooped so very small
Began to stand up strong and beautiful and tall
I noticed all the gardeners had teardrops on their cheeks
And it began to look as if it had rained for weeks
Every daffodil and Daisy, every rose and buttercup
Every sunflower and lily started perking up
Soon the entire garden was glistening in the sun
And I began to realize the battle had been won
Was this what tears of anger and despair and fear could do?
Could this really happen? Could all of this be true?
Then I saw the joy on every gardener’s face
These were tears of love, of fear there was no trace
For when it was quite certain the gardeners should do no more
That’s when they so unselfishly gave more and more and more
The gift they gave was precious, one money could not buy
They gave so their little flowers could live and grow and thrive
Though they’ll receive no glory for all that they have done
All that really mattered was that they’d saved every one