The virtues of edging: a poem

In quiet corners where gardens grow,
Edging offers more than we might know.
A neat distinction ‘tween soil and lawn,
Creating a canvas where beauty is drawn.

With steady hands, the borders align,
Defining the spaces where flowers entwine.
A delicate frame for nature's bright hues,
Holding at bay what the weeds would abuse.

Pathways emerge, inviting the stroll,
As edging shapes boundaries, fulfilling its role.
Through seasons it stands, a sentinel true,
Marking the edges in vibrant green hue.

In rain’s gentle touch or the sun’s warm embrace,
Edging protects, enhances the grace.
A simple task, yet profound in its worth,
In the heart of the garden, it fosters new birth.

So dig in the soil, place each border with care,
Embrace the small task that your garden will wear.
For in each little detail, the joy does abound,
And in the art of the edge, harmony is found.