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