For me, a garden is a doll scape…
Able to hold the light…
Drinking in the low fingers of fog…
With the growth swirling in the backdrop.
Constructed entirely by my maker…
Always recalibrating…
An argument cultivating into reason…
Never talking out of school.
Splotches of radiant color…
The brown, green against the yellow, blue…
Like when life first walked upon this land…
A church that everyone wants to join.
How do I know these things?
Because I always keep myself available (Lao…)
It was the same for pups in ancient times…
It is the same for pups now.
You understand, right, that You are this garden?
You have seen all these things so many times…
Each day you can tend it all over again…
And share your harvest with the rest of the world (there are others that are having a bad year.)
I love you,
Annie