Ice in Spring
by:Lluna F
Everyday I tend to a Garden
A Garden by the riverside
Upon the surface I see a reflection
He's different than me but familiar
As He looks into my eyes, I meet his
We talk of our flora
Some rotten, some ripe, some yet to grow
The healing, the fertility, the sowing
Everyday We tend to a Garden
A Garden by the riverside
Upon the surface I met a friend
He's fading from me but continues to talk
As He reaches his hand, I clasp his
We talk of Gardeners
Some rotten, some ripe, some yet to grow
The labor, the barren, the reaping
Everyday I tend to a Garden
A Garden by the riverside
I tend to it Alone.