Gardener
I, the gardener of this seed
Have no easy way to know
If this seed will even blossom
Or simply what will grow.
I know not of all its beauty
Or of where its roots will go,
And if it bears such luscious fruit
What it will likely show
Of all this gardener’s toils
Upon all the grounds I sow;
The grounds that bare such endless life
And set the world aglow.
There’s no way for me to know.
Copyright © Christopher Berry | Year Posted 2012
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