inearthed

I’m gonna be a gardener-
just you wait and see!
Gonna grow all kinds of flowers, fragrant friends and trees.
Oh, it’s gonna be generous, gorgeous and green.
Dont worry bout my hands stayin clean.
The stain of living Earth upon them
is the only bit of me worthy of being seen.
Plant one tree or forty three-
for when the horn is blown on the day of deen
it just might be the deed
of planting that tree
which will be what tips the scales
and sets you free.