What good gardener can plead
He deserves these roses or any flower
Even if he does his part in seeing
They have everything they need
He has not conjured them
But knows someone does
Someone orchestrating all this out here
Into a commotion a blessing
Of unforeseeable petals
(You can breathe their souls)
A good gardener knows to stand
Even if he's forgotten what it means
In the field when snow is falling
Praying he'll be here waiting
Patiently when you return
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