The Man Who Watches the Garden

Plant me a rose Plant me a smile Love out the weeds And all that is vile Grow me a lily Grow me a joy One I’ve not known Since I was a boy The seed is planted After the ground tilled I watch and wait After the work fulfilled But the waiting is long And even surprising The dirt is unmoving And the bud unrising But then I recall That old order of peace That I provide seed And God the increase I wait for that smile Which already is mine But I know indeed These things take time