I put on my gloves
and my yard work clothes
I am in your garden
You see all the roots
Tell me where they are
Let the light show
  what is in the soil
The weeds will be uprooted
to shrivel up and die
in the Light
the poisonous weeds
   that don’t belong

I am your garden
I am here in the soil
You guide me in what to plant,
when to plant,
Where...
you know the time to seed,
the time to water,
to sow, and to harvest

I will chase away the foxes
that try to come in the garden
Light, shine on every inch
so that the sweet fruit can flower,
Blossom and grow
Keep me from tripping
over gnarled roots
that have pushed up through the ground
The gnarled roots of bitter fruit trees
Expose it, dig it up
Before it can grow
Only what is good will take root
Deep roots
I am good soil
The Light shines on me