If the world said “the best life” goes by premium biggies,
Big house, expensive car, designer clothes on clubby fancy
Stuffy price tags with enough zeroes on number backs,
Cosmetic faces negate plump bags of belly fat
Add cool pretentious vibe, bougie to a hashtag, prime time
I will tell you that a humble garden is all I need, just fine.
Fresh flowers, bushy green leaves and new buds to see,
Where warm sunshine hugs and welcomes the party of any
Lonely, tired, or anxious kinfolk for hours on end or the
Excited going to shout, share rare compliments making their day.
Sweet grandmas and granddads, brouhaha toddlers, gossip queens,
Wheelchair couples, camp mates, and queer may freely come and stay
Around lush, inviting landscapes kinder in sharing the good air anyway.
Conversations can go on repeat forever and might suddenly change but
Candid brotherly love passes the torch over to offer solace.
When the rain comes, there will be shelter and
Someone with a book might use that over another head.
The father of trees enjoys napping in the deep,
As the roots of trees are long!
So goodbye, lusty and materialistic fakers,
The odd lot of you may order greed and a cheat
For all the richness and creamy mania dreaming up a catch,
Lying full circle on an honest day and pacific night.
Would you EVER, ever laugh like a child again?
Liberated from your wanton wants and gains,
Hide and seek pang no dishonour champagne,
This humble garden is for humility’s fun group to play.
- Vander
