Experience is like the gardener’s son learning his trade, the gardener’s son, a child at play,
In life’s great complexity, foundations are laid in innocence, he finds his way.
Through budding flowers, joy unfurled, Through thorns and roses, he treads the earth,
Life’s mysteries gently twirled, discovering the secrets of nature’s birth.
The Gardner’s son, with rake and hoe, He learned life’s truths in soil and earth,
Once played amidst the flowers’ glow, amidst the garden’s joyful mirth.
With each passing season, the lessons accrue, Seeds of knowledge, both bitter and sweet,
As the gardener’s son, in the garden, he’ll strew, tilling the soil, making memories complete.
With each sunrise, he tends the soil with care, through thorns and roses, night and day,
Planting seeds of wisdom, unaware, of life’s great complexity, he finds his way,
Ambition fuels his heart as he tends each row, tends to the flowers, and weeds out the strife,
Nurturing the seeds of knowledge to grow, learning from nature, the rhythm of life,
The roots run deep, like the wisdom he gains, through trials and errors, he learns the art,
In the garden of experience, where growth remains. of cultivating life, a work of heart,
And like the stem, he too shall rise, as he tends the blossoms, and watches them bloom,
Guided by lessons, under the open skies. he understands deeply, life’s triumph and its doom,
The gardener’s son, now seasoned and wise, the garden, like our journey traced,
Knows the garden of life holds its own sweet surprise, its paths, by time, are interlaced.
Now older, wise, he tends with care, “Life’s like a garden,” he would say,
Passing on lessons, oh so rare. “Each bloom teaches us in its own way.”
The seasoned son, and now one with youthful eyes, as two, they tend the land,
Sharing tales of growth, beneath blue skies, guiding his son with a gentle hand.
For in the garden, old and new, In the garden of life, we all must learn,
The cycle of life springs into view, with each twist and turn, our paths discern,
Experience is like the gardener’s son at play, and guides us through darkness into the light.
the child, helps us find our sight, to see our way. Love fuels hearts, dreams take flight,
So cherish laughter, learn from tears, For in the garden of life’s array,
Grow with each passing of the years. We find our path, come what may.