Ode To The Gardener

Planting your garden wherever you go

Taking up space where wildlife should grow.

Who gives you permission to kill and to mime?

To take ground to which you have no claim.

You cry for the dolphin and weep for the whale

But have no consideration for rabbit, deer, or quail

You call yourself “teacher” – someone evolved

Your words not reflecting actions – all self involved.

Illusion surrounds you like smoke and mirrors

While evolved beings watch through a veil of tears.

You take life by digging, planting, and spraying for weeds

You are blinded by ego and never see natures real needs.

The garden of nature is more beautiful by far

Draped with wild berries and touched by a star.

It belongs to the creatures of our grand Mother Earth

The great Mother from whom we each have taken birth

So put away your shovel, your hoe, and your rake

Leave poison behind for the Earth’s greater sake

Bury your ego with your cultivated flowers

Return to nature your life with its hours.

The millennium has changed and time has moved on

Become one with nature – learn Her sacred song.

PSG