The Garden of Wills

Some are the engines, fueled from within,

Who know where the roads of the morning begin.

With a map in their heart and a steady design,

They walk through the wild and stay true to the line.

Some are the shepherds, the voices of light,

Who pull back the curtain and vanquish the night.

They see the potential in hands that are still,

And bridge every gap with the strength of their will.

And some are the seekers, who wait for a sign,

To find where the sun and the shadows align.

They look for a hand or a word of command,

To help them take root in the stretch of the land.

It’s a wonder of life, how we vary and grow,

In the seeds that we plant and the rivers that flow;

For one finds a flaw in a field of green grace,

While another grows life in a small, narrow space