His Garden

Who around you could be a poet,
What about them makes them show it,
For there is nothing to let you know it,
If you have it,you can not bestow it.

It's in their heart where poems grow,
And will oft' blossom before you know,
Giving a smile where your face will glow,
Or perhaps a tear when feeling low.

Their heart is where this garden grows,
Where truth and virtue often shows,
For here are the seeds that God sows;
We merely type the words He bestows .