We seek a gardener
A savage, primal gardener
A strategic, focused gardener
A steel gardener
A savage, primal gardener
A strategic, focused gardener
A steel gardener
Who meets the sky’s dice roll
With a katana that swings through unkempt chaos
His touch, a rhythmic alchemy
Bringing life to bare earth
Fluent in the dialect of flowers
Every shrub and tree limb singing
Lush lawns striped by ritual blades
With edges never bleeding across
Stone borders
Their weekly restoration
Unseen toil from trenches
Offering endless lessons
A living illustration left standing
For the hush of admiration
The canvas of the land shaped into his calling card
A quiet professional was here
--Fernando R., Adult