This Garden Poetry by Mackenzie Butts | There are far too many seeds in you, my lungs not wind enough to carry. I pray, with little faith, that I might be garden enough to tarry. For roots like yours need room to grow, And I am silk as sand. But lay with me beneath these trees, steadfast, hand in hand.

Poetry – This Garden

This Garden

There are far too many seeds in you,
my lungs not wind enough to carry.
I pray, with little faith,
that I might be garden enough to tarry.
For roots like yours need room to grow,
And I am silk as sand.
But lay with me beneath these trees,
steadfast, hand in hand.


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