Toward the sun closer growing
And blooms swell in humid air
Dripping with a morning dew

A hand
Soil beneath its nails
Touch caked in dirt
She approaches
Silently she watches
As sweat drips from my brow

My dog watches for a moment
Her standing til he goes to her
For ear scratching
I am not so easily swayed
But about her finger I am played
She and I speak not a word
But I know my love she's heard
My eyes I cannot disguise

I am proud of each sprout
Simple growth
Her fingers are more satisfying
Than hard days work