My love is a garden... growing
My friends are the wind in the trees... blowing
My hopes are the seeds in the breeze... a-shaking
With a dream of a fuller garden making
I tend to the flowers... subliming
And so to the columbine... climbing
All at odds in their doing and undoing
All as one... in the art of renewing
My love is a garden... sleeping
White frost is a blanket... creeping
After sleep there is always a waking
And the sun comes... with the dawn breaking
My love is a garden... growing
My friends are the wind in the trees... blowing
My hopes are the seeds in the breeze... unbinding
With a dream of a fuller garden finding
With a dream, with a hope
With my friends, with my love
In a garden
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