In the Garden
Rich smells of earth,
Rising high into the air,
Like autumn in the woods,
After rain softens the fallen leaves.
Every morning reveals the nights growth.
Promising sweet fruits,
And alimentary greens,
Offered in mutual exchange.
Health, wonder, and joy,
For safety, care, and propagation.
We thought us the masters,
But who really trained who?
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