A garden is a promise made in soil,
a soft rebellion whispered into ground,
you kneel, you dig, you let your fingers toil,
and suddenly the world feels less unsound.
You plant small hopes where yesterday was bare,
you tuck them in like secrets meant to rise,
you water them with patience, sun, and care,
and wait for green to answer back in skies.
The Shore knows this: the wind can be unkind,
the salt can sting, the storms can bruise the day,
but still a stubborn sprout will never mind
it pushes through and chooses life anyway.
So tend your little patch and you will see…
new things can bloom in you as well as sea. 🌱🌊✨