And the thoughts like birth, Drops of life on life, The cycle and it's seasons.
And repetition is insanity, The rain does not stop And a flood of thoughts drown The hope of seedlings.
Hands still fresh of earth, The lukewarm feeling of singular Gratitude for such a small thing, And a rain from God; Why drown something so Wonderful that fills me?
I do not understand, Today was a good day, Nostalgic and scattered Anguished at the sky, The rain stops cold, A realisation forms;
It is the action that is Pleasurable, the moment One takes to toil in the earth, The rest, like the seeds, Like God, Like the rain Is all just part of the garden.