I have a garden planted by the wind

Where tall sunflowers grow

And dandelions,

Yarrow weeds and feverfew 

And holy basil that went to seed

And someone threw it out.

And all I do is sit and watch it grow.

The sun knows when to shine.

The rain knows when to fall,

And through it all, the garden grows

Without me hoeing it,

Or interfering in any way.

And so I'm free to enjoy it

And wonder at the wisdom 

Of nature's golden ratio.

1+2+3+4 = 10

I allow the wind to blow though me

And plant its seeds.

I trust them to grow

And bloom at will, 

Again and again, 

Without me interfering.

-jenn