Old Garden Gate

A shade of brown that’s turned to gray

Sun-dried wood from a distant day

So light it feels like it might float away

Standing guard where the shadows play

No moisture left in its weathered skin

But what a peaceful state it’s in

I touch the grain, so rough and old

A story of a thousand summers told

Oh, the old garden gate, light and dry

Underneath the vast and open sky

It swings open slow to a world of green

The most vibrant garden I’ve ever seen

A doorway of time, ancient and still

Against the life of the flower and the hill

Serene vitality, a quiet grace

In this weathered, wooden face

Beyond the gate, the roses bloom

Shaking off the winter’s gloom

Fresh and heavy with the morning dew

Everything is bright, everything is new

But the door doesn’t mind its fading hue

It’s found a strength that is deep and true

It doesn’t need to grow or reach for the light

To be the most beautiful thing in my sight

Oh, the old garden gate, light and dry

Underneath the vast and open sky

It swings open slow to a world of green

The most vibrant garden I’ve ever seen

A doorway of time, ancient and still

Against the life of the flower and the hill

Serene vitality, a quiet grace

In this weathered, wooden face

Life is blooming, life is fast

But some things are meant to simply last

To hold the line, to keep the peace

While the seasons never cease

It’s lost its sap but found its soul

Making the garden’s story whole

Push it open

Step inside

The quiet life