Don’t argue
With gardener
He will give you leaves
Of all the pain killers
He planted years ago
To absorb the pain of all suffering
Souls but don’t expect him
Anymore
To allow the little rivulet
Flowing through the garden
To be dammed for filling
The pond for you to swim
You still have to
Understand
Gardner is obliged
To nurse
The wounded sparrows
Even if it means
Letting some flowers dry
Or your pond not getting filled
He is not free to let his
Personal preferences
Prevail
Over the needs of sprouts
Of sustainable serenity
All around
