A Garden Wild
The gardener's hand was feeble,
the poet's hand was staid
Yesterday's dreams were buried
with seeds, last year were laid
Yet flowers grew in rainstorms
though coupled with the weeds
Butterflies came to visit
The gardener's heart was eased
A smallish yellow butterfly
on heal of monarch great
Across the wild garden flew
and not a moment late
For though her wings were
little, and she was very small
Somehow, she found momentum
to fly up the garden wall
The gardener watched in wonder
in the scene that she was gifted
Each nuance of this garden free
Her poet's heart uplifted
The springtime long now ended
and summers turned to fall
The gold was tinged with silver
and a fairy came to call
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