A New Game

The garden was empty, Nothing at all on it, But there you gave me a seed, Though one, but i really appreciated, Mastered seed, i can call it, Because what it has grown to be is something i can't even explain, The fruits, the eaters can explain better, The shade, one remarkable for a seister, The branches, the best for birds' nest, You are truly a blessing, A pal worth clinging on, One worth crying for if lost, One worth sacrificing for, Becky, you are the best pal, That's all i can say.