The Garden

Long ago there was a desert,

Parched and dry as a bone.

Empty, lifeless, silent

Overworked by the sun.

But then came the monstrous wind

Carrying seeds from across the sea.

Leaving behind in the desert
A grassy plain-to-be.
After the wind came the rains
That doused the land with wet.
The grass took root and peeked its head;
Life in the desert was met.
For many years the desert grew
Into a life-filled land,
With rolling hills and grassy knolls
To replace the orange sand.
Then came the wave of birds,
With flowers looking for room.
They let them fall to the earth,
And the desert burst into bloom.
Over the course of all these years,
The desert had transformed.
But nothing could have ever grown,
Had there never been the storm.