Gardener at Heart - Book One


If I were really really big,

I would stroke the firm plush flanks of the hills,

I would brush the springy fir-textured forest,

I would test the half-sharpened points of the mountains,

I would breathe the wind.

If I were really really small,

I would curl up inside a little cup-shaped flower

And live on its fair breath

And lick up bright liquid nectar,

And at night, the silken petals would gently close around me.

If I were just my size

And had hands like mine,

I would touch a feather,

And the moss growing up a tree trunk.

I would walk in the ocean of air.

And I would let a kitten touch me

With those cushiony pads on the bottoms of its paws

And with its rough little tongue.

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