Some days I get up at first light,
I leave the house and sit in the garden,
I watch the dew covered plants.
I sit for hours and look at the young buds,
looking at the young plants,
drinking in the beauty.
I carefully watch over the plants,
Like a colossal silent guardian,
Carefully watching his people.
I wait in full silence,
In full patience,
For the cycle to begin again.