Love fell on the garden at sunrise,
Joy opened its singing petals first.
Peace blew about the most fragrant breeze,
While Patience bloomed pretty as you please.

By the fence Kindness and Goodness entwined,
Faithfulness grew rosy and ripe.
From the trees Gentleness waited to be harvested,
As Self-control bloomed where it had been rooted.

Over the gardens hand-crafted archway,
The sun illuminates the gardens name,
The Fruits of the Spirit it reads in the dawn,
As those who come walk across the lawn.

Who will walk in the garden at first light?
Harvest the fruits that they need?
Ready for you when your work is done,
Come harvest fruit with the Son.
                d.f.a.v.  4/16/15
—Donna

The fruits of the spirit are listed in Galatians 5:22-23.