Gardener at Heart - Book One

Don’t Believe Everything You Read

Some gardener writes that nature is no gardener.

If Nature is no gardener, what are we?

Where man has not defiled it, there’s more art in her

Little finger...think of tropic trees

Ornate with orchids, think of grassy locks

Alive with flower eyes, of fern-draped cliffs

Where clear drops fall, of ruminating rocks

Surrounding sun-raked sand...and count the gifts

She gives to all her creatures: living space,

And plants for food, and water’s lively touch,

And air and light for every upturned face,

And dirt for gardens. Let who does as much

    Come throw that first hard stone. But please don’t leave:

    She wants to hire some gardeners who believe.

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