A garden is a reminder
That every moment grows into a memory
Every seed rises to the sun
Every sleeper sheds their dream
As a tailor sprouts from nudity
By placing robes and gowns
On daughters and sons
We as wearers have a task
A duty to ask ourselves
As full of air as the sky is blue
We remove plants of other kinds
That we have placed
If for this time
They are not to us ourselves and true