Experience is like the gardener’s son learning his trade,

In life’s great complexity, foundations are laid,

In life’s great complexity, we find our way,

Through thorns and roses, he treads the earth,

Discovering the secrets of nature’s birth.

With each passing season, the lessons accrue,

As the gardener’s son, in the garden, he’ll strew,

Seeds of knowledge, both bitter and sweet,

Tilling the soil, making memories complete.

With each sunrise, he tends the soil with care,

Planting seeds of wisdom, unaware,

Through thorns and roses, night and day,

Ambition fuels his heart, as he tends each row,

Nurturing the seeds of knowledge to grow.

He tends to the flowers, and he weeds out the strife,

Learning from nature, the rhythm of life,

The roots run deep, like the wisdom he gains,

In the garden of experience, where growth remains.

Through trials and errors, he learns the art,

Of cultivating life, a work of heart,

Ambition fuels hearts, dreams take flight,

And like a bloom, he too shall rise,

Guided by the lessons, under the open skies.

And as he tends the blossoms, and watches them bloom,

He understands deeply, life’s triumph and its doom,

The gardener’s son, now seasoned and wise,

Knows the garden of life holds its own sweet surprise.

In the garden of life, we all must learn,

With each twist and turn, our paths discern,

and guide us through darkness into the light.

Experience is like the gardener’s son at play,

the child, helps us find our sight, to see our way.