I pay my deepest
respect to
How you treat your garden
Gentle, with tender
and care
How you watch saplings grow
Drink
dew in the mornings
How you touch that big old tree
Sing with her the ancient song
How you walk on soil with silent steps
Not to wake a sleeping hare
I want to be rooted in your core
I want to be the altar in your garden
I want to be your place of worship
Firmly rooted, pure and sore
