In smart rows all ordered and neat ,
As logic is at Ego's feet.
Budding and growing just so-so,
tended by the Gardner who exclaims " I know, I know".
But what of the wild things, blood red roses with razor sharp thorns,
deep green Ivy crawling the gardner's wall,
and bluebells and caterpillars that become Monarchs,
and inch by inch worms feeding on the rich, dark soil?
Oh, Gardner how does your garden grow,
with water and light or secrets in the night?
Do you have rows just so-so,
and is there room for wild things to grow?
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