Peachwatch

In the heart of a verdant forest,
A female wolf tended her garden,
With skill and devotion she nurtured,
A patch of earth that she had embraced.

Her furry paws worked the soil gently,
As she coaxed the seeds to unfold,
Each bud and blossom a testament,
To her patience and tender control.

She cared for her garden like a mother,
Her eyes filled with love and care,
As she watched her flowers bloom brighter,
And her vegetables grow so fair.

The other animals of the woodland,
They marveled at her green thumb's art,
For no creature before had ever,
Grown such a beautiful garden in their hearts.

They came to her in droves, you see,
To share their stories and their songs,
For in this garden, they all found peace,
And a welcome that was long and strong.

The wolf-gardener, she smiled at them,
Her teeth gleaming white and sharp,
For she knew that her garden was more than just plants,
It was a haven for all who came.

And so the seasons passed, you know,
As they always do in the wild,
But the wolf's garden grew ever more vibrant,
And her heart swelled with pride.

And when at last the winter came,
And the frost nipped at each stem,
She gathered her friends around the fire,
And they feasted on the fruits of her dream.

For the wolf who had mastered the art,
Of taming the earth and making it grow,
Had become a legend in her own time,
A symbol of love and harmony to and fro.

So let this tale be told to the young,
And let it echo through the years,
Of a wolf who found her true purpose,
In the soil, the seeds, and the tears.

And when you walk through the forest now,
And you see a patch of green so fair,
You'll know that the wolf-gardener's spirit,
Still lives on, somewhere, somehow, somewhere.