The works of the gardener
Never done
Toiling around every corner
Even beyond setting sun
Fingers love to caress
and burrow
Seeds anxious to progress
gently snore
Weather beaten
yet scarcely a complaint
Weeds carefully taken
Green Thumb Saint
Rain is a distant cousin
carried in deep pockets
Nephew to the Amazon
Labyrinth of inlets
Say a warm hello
Stop for a conversation
Soon they go below
Plucked from the population