The Gardener

I spend my night in the garden

I plant my hands in the dirt

I dig a pea up for a pillow

And fall asleep into the Earth

The marching ants draw straws to save me

From falling deep too gone to tell

Without avail, I'm floating softly

Awakened by a ringing bell

My message to you is

Be true to what grows on you

Plantlife lives in a dream

So let me dream a little too

I work all day at the Harbor

Stretching out my thoughts insist

Another dream that I've created

Watch it grow or let it sit

A big fat fly sits down beside me

Her bulging eyes begin to shift

She spots the edible orchid flower

That was earlier picked