There are gifts in the garden

Waiting for you and me

They do not have nametags

They’re for whoever’s eyes to see

Pastel-painted petals

Yellow, pink, and purple hues

Fluttering butterfly wings

Quietly passing through

An unseen hum from within

Signals a busy bee at play

Doing what he loves

He’s never worked a day

A steady hand of the gardener

Pulls weeds, prunes, and plants

Only to find a surprise

Fortunately, perched on their hands

A red and black spotted lady

Has flown in from above

To bring the gardener luck

To show the garden love