Da Temple Gardener                 8/22/17

 

Da Temple Gardener washes rocks and rakes sand,

Folding leaves, bending limbs, braiding branches,

Trimming sorrows and fear

When storms step near.

 

Singing da caterpillar song ,

Weaving hammocks for weary birds,

Toads smile, buds open.

 

Da Temple Gardener rests on a rainbow of delight,

Fading in a mist of tears.