O ,gardener,
What spell, in your hands
Which greens and stands
Every seeds or plants,
You insert in the land
How your hands give life?
Is it breath of the Christ?
Which dwells in your five.
How far are you patient?
How close are you kind?
All the leaves miss your care .
All flowers miss your mind.
O, gardener where are you
Your dreams came true.
In the ground our roots
Our branches all fruits
In the sky very high.
Our greens touch the blue
Underneath a nice shade
For the lovers we have made
Come close come and see .
How the nature paid your fee.
This much color where from?
The flowers bringing home?
How did to the rainbow reach?
Art of color who did teach?
Passer by come close.
Watch the heaven and the rose.
To appreciate the gardener.
Hat off head, a moment pause.