You, my loves,
seem to simply sway
as I come to nurture you each day,
it’s you who fuels my soul.
Those moments, often causing tardiness,
create fortune!
As I bend and sing for you gently,
it’s your song that holds power!
And I take pride in your growth while,
it would seem, no one monitors mine.
But you do, don’t you?
You clear my head
of what doesn’t serve me
as I deadhead past blooms
to allow future flowers.
Endless gratitude-
For saving me,
as I save you,
these hot, summer days.
For quenching my creative thirst
as I water you.
For speaking to me,
as we sway,
in a way
that only you and I understand.