The Garden

The steel goes in,
Soil rolls over.
Dry,Dusty, Unprepared,
Till man with shovel,is dared.

She talks to them,
He labors for free.
Sun, care, Rain,
Upward strains life to be.

A beautiful reward,
For the seeds they have sown.
Thankful to be around,
For the bounty they've grown.

A beautiful reward ,
From the land they own.
At one with our Mother.
You might have to be shown.

Day time lizard, night time frog,
And out of the garden,
We chase the dog.