Full moon

Thankful being brings offer to garden

Bearing fruit yet to be, yet to harden

Saying words that are sent to the sages

Through the time, through the place with no ages

"I am grateful for your finest guidance

I appreciate effort in silence

Many thanks for all messages sent

I've researched and I know what they meant

Thank you kindly for efforts and patience

When I'm tired and prone to much nonsense

Thank you dearly for giving me lessons

And for letting me meet the right persons"

Being went on at large with its wording

Gently, purely expressing each part

Garden went on to softly absorbing

Every word spoken from the kids heart

With the gentle and serent of matters

Feather was sent down on the child

Being felt sure and as if feet staggers

Held by unseen and powerful might

Once again grateful for the fine guidance,

He got up and turned round to depart

Child felt warmth through the rags of his tatters

Like the great never left him behind

Light and magic resides in the garden

And believers sometimes come to pray

When they pass through all-seeing warden

Some are stopped by the ushered delay

Though it's hard to find something to thank for

Each of us has a long list to tell

Maybe sometimes it's tough just to get from

Our defensive protective old self

But through little by little of greatness

That we muster when we come to pray

We allow our self to find endless

Pool of love and the kindness in day