Sewn seeds, oh gental reeds
Sing on wind of loving spring
In kiss of sun flowering
Roots hold saplings to earth
The oak is towering
Every moment spent devouring
All of its surrounding
To cast in shadow all that lay below

In the till and toil
Rooting up the soil
The garden is gashed anew
With splintered fingers
Forcing wound to earth
Life is given you
A seedling in shade
With promis to fade
Should grdener be a shrew
Toung at blade she works away
Complaining the whole day through
Wilt stings at young leaf
For eye candy is all you'll ever amount to

Tragic garden
Filled with weeds and thorn
Abandoned at...