The Gardeners
Scratches on parchment flourish;
the ink transforms into stories.
As scissors slice through fabric,
creating extravagant robes from mere sheets,
the colors drip onto canvas,
bristles comb over the pigments.
God's greatest creation is mankind,
as man's greatest gift is the ability to create.
To harvest—to grow, To perceive—to inspire.
Humanity is filled with gardeners.
We cultivate our land.
Watering and observing our vegetation.
Sneaking glimpses of the estate next door—
and admiring its beauty.
Forbidden fruits meshed with the temptation
to Mimic the garden of Eden.
The Seeds germinate
Flowers flourish. Fruit ripen. Man´s bittersweet
wish to be better. The addiction to harvest ambitions blooms.
We love to create, to grow;
We proudly behold our trophies
and thrust them into the sight of one another.
Smiling as we grasp onto each other´s hopes.
Embracing our fruits and fertilizing our land.
Inspiring one another to produce more. To do more. To create.
To garden.
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