The Garden (blank verse assignment)

The blisters on your fingers fade, the skin
willing and eager for the pain to heal;
It begins. Take these things, learn to be free:
the sun and the moon; the stars and the sea.
Your breaths are the tides the floating rock keeps.
Stars light far away places (at least far
from here) and the waves will carry you there.
And the sun they say asks for nothing in
Return for all it gives. So may your heart
grow in this love, never learning to fear.