The Gardener

I stroll in your garden and pick what's mine
All that's left is what's been left behind
Little creatures burrow in
Under the soil they are vanishing

I'm lost in the feeling that we're all alone
Here in your garden, where you call home
In the sacred ground, under your rose
Where all these creatures decompose

My flesh is burning from the summer sun
And my hands are filthy, though we've just begun
Under my nails lives the DNA
From all the creatures who've walked this way

In the sacred ground, under your rose
Where the vegetation has decomposed



Credits
Writer(s): Micky Rosenquist
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