Secretive Garden

A small patch of earth Is all I need I can be fed and feed I'll grow lettuce and colorful illusions I'll grow the kind of strawberry that chases after you giggling so hard How about mangos you ask The type that knows four languages And can recite pre-historic poems Mangos that glow when you least expect it My favorite would planting dancing bananas Bright yellow, light feet They like to take over dancing floors Twirling until dizzy then stand aside for a quite reflection You asked me the other day If potatoes were grumpy All the time Of course not, silly They just had a rough time Potatoes can be sweet too Tomorrow I will seek lavenders They make me sad Thinking about them I'll tell them a new joke And watch them laugh On the subject of zucchini and tomatoes We will have to set a meeting They play around all day And gossip loudly through the night The river is afraid to flow into our land She knows our fruits and vegetables Are sensitive with complex inner lives she prefers to gently descend from above I will take our song to the market And trade it for seeds Trade it for earth And invite the bees Offer them a place to stay I will build a fortress for my iris They are private and anxious And in the yellow canals Rice will grow so wild. so tall It wont be able to contain its joy I will grow wild too And old Shed the need to have or be Just plowing stars in my head Seeding my hearts with wine and bread And one day Our hearts will grow Expand so magnificently grand we'll need bigger chests But we will grow those too And every sad person on earth Will soon receive an invitation To join our fruiting land And they too can laugh They too can laugh While the giggling strawberry chases after them across the green field