bring me to the garden
let me walk between the reeds
let me say good morning
to the flowers and the weeds
let me greet the birds above
and all the worms below
moving through the softened soil
to help the flowers grow
smell the sweetest summer rose
feel every spine and thorn
pass the rounded mound of dirt
where little bugs are born
bring me to the garden
in the early morning sun
bring me to the garden
when the cold of night is done