Sharon’s Healing Space

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🌱 Garden Guardians

I’m the keeper of the garden,

Where the quiet secrets hide,

Where the worms are always wriggling

And the seedlings stretch with pride.

I patrol the rows each morning

Like a ranger on a quest,

Checking leaves for tiny nibblers

Who think my plants taste best.

I whisper to my basil,

Tell my marigolds to shine,

Give pep talks to my pumpkins

So they’ll grow up strong and fine.

I celebrate the victories—

A tomato turning red,

A sunflower standing taller

Than the roof above my head.

Because growing things is magic—

Not the wand-or-potion kind,

But the patient, steady, hopeful

Type that strengthens heart and mind.

Sure, my hands get muddy,

And my knees collect some dirt,

But every sprout is worth it,

Even when my muscles hurt.

I tend them through the seasons,

Through sunshine, storms, and drought—

They become my friends,

As I watch them grow and sprout.

Some plants are soft and gentle,

Others prickly, wild and free,

But every leaf has a purpose

In this garden family.

So I cheer for every seedling,

Whether stubborn, shy, or wild,

Because tending to a garden

Feels like caring for a child.

So if you need me later,

You’ll know just where I’ll be:

Guarding all my plantlings

In my backyard nursery.