The Hymn of a Gardener

When you snip a flower
Off from the Earth
For your little glass vase
Make it matter.

Make it so the little
Red rose does not mind
That it is not home, 
That it will die soon.

Put it near a window
Give it a shower
Make it feel of use
That it has at least--

Done one good deed, in its life.

SPRING

Flowers are blooming;
Birds are chirping;
Spring is gentle wind.

Winter disappears like a

rock in quicksand,

as Spring rises like a balloon.