the garden of life is all the people, collector of crops, the grim reaper. each dawning day gets to twilight,  ready’s the sharp, razor-like scythe. he stands at ready for the next swath, following each in their own path. every moment and each hour, the glint of his blade show’s its power.day or night or summer and fall. you can crouch, or stand proud and tall, the grim reaper get’s us all!!