Poor manners rearranged and praised

‘till wolf pack laws are deemed sane

imbalance pressed on mind frames

is not our true state

and will be burned away

‘till we have ground to cultivate

a human kindness as we bring

love into the world.


Nurture the constancy that knows

when weeding back your mad growth

you let roots feed what’s been sown,

so push past your tangles

and stand free and whole,

nourish a simple garden home

the boundless gifts each of us own

to be shared with the world.


Turn to the rich soil of your mind

in damp earth offerings we find

a cycle-strength that gifts life.

She leaves us humbled

and with the strength to fight

for ease of breath in living light

for every soul beneath the sky

to be healed down by the garden side.