August – I Used to Say it Was An Unfavorite
The flowers are there each evening
Imbibing the water I bring them
My time in the garden (not a gardener) is
(there’s that word) magical
It has rarely rained, thus my need to bring them water.
It has rarely rained, thus my need to bring them water.
And the neighborhood birds bring their stories
oh, if only I could really understand them
and, if I stay out there long enough
the fireflies join in
There are so many lessons now
And so few that I yet understand.
Perhaps the flowers, the birds, the fireflies
They are trying to explain
And I am trying to listen.
While I look to the sky.
While I look to the sky.
