In Her Garden, Growing Daily

In her garden, growing daily The things she picks and tends to gayly Water can in hand, sunshine in her hair I saw you there at peace in the world In her garden all is quiet You till and weed if you can't abide it Soil to sand, a fence to mend I saw you bend in the clouds and the rain Broad beans in a sermon we are Without belief, saying"forgive those that trespass against us" Sometimes I could have peeled off with you But you know I have my own patch of dirt to cling to In her garden, growing daily She cultivates and she curates thee And in her plans a patchwork vista stands Behind the plants, growing evergreen