Ask not what you can do for me,

Its what can I do for you?

Surprised and elated and in awe one again

Of how our gardens grow in the softness of wind

How the simmering sun nosh tiny buds of May,

Promoting colour, form & texture it’s best everyday,

How little control over the yard we hold,

I bend and retreat on the day that you need

Over our lives many hold all control

In Faith I do as I am told,

By this garden’s needs but once again,

I am astounded at the flowers we did not seed,

The new colours and textures are just what it needs,

I am dismayed at the story unfolding

And find once again, I am truly beholding

That nature’s in sync, whether I am here or not,

It knows it’s own needs, and says, “touch me not,”

A far larger plan have I got for thee,

Than any surprise you could ever foresee.

Ask not what you can do for me,

What does nature in all it’s glory insist on being?

Carolyn d Hogarth Canada

Written August 17th, 2002.

What would have been done had I not spoke?