Everyone plants a garden,

from the young to very old.

How we tend it is our choice,

to keep it from the cold.

The experiences of our lifetimes,

will flower for all to see.

Will our gardens bring us sadness,

or a world of ecstasy?

Your friends go to their gardens,

to open forth the gates.

But smart ones are still growing.

Good things to those who wait.

Lifetimes are spent tending,

the trees left growing above.

They know that their garden,

will be opened by true love.