The gardener steps back from his plants,
He straightens his back as he surveys his toils.
The abundance of growth, flourishing.
His efforts provide a fine bounty,
The nourishment of life,
grown by his own hands.
He turns to look at the deep blue water
Flowing in to his bay, the rolling green hills.
The sun reflects off the tranquil water,
a sense of serenity, peace.
His cat dozes in the sun, by his side,
His soulmate tends to her herbs.
How lucky he was to have found her,
It was she who had given him the resolve,
to complete his journey.
He smiles as he reflects on the long road behind,
To bring him to this place of wonder,
this idyllic home.
The years of yearning to find his place in life,
Experimenting, pushing the limits.
Many faces through the years, the memories.
With a laugh he realises his life has been
like the cycle of his garden.
The groundwork laid, the labours done,
Gifting a fine harvest, the benefits found,
this life of joy.
Years of searching have brought him here,
Here he will remain,
in this beautiful place.