Garden Of Beginnings

In the Garden of Beginings Projects failed or flowered, Left to grow or to wither Many being overpowered, Each an experiment, A blending of force Each left to follow its Own individual course. None were culled Without good reason Flowering and blooming For season after season. Experiment of dimensions Matter, time, force, space Some rising to exist briefly, Some at more sedate pace As the Universal Gardner, Glorying in the sight Of destructive darkness And brilliant creative light. Used the lightest of control To keep things on track, Moving from place to place Its tools slung on its back