I am not a gardner.
But every year I go to the locally owned nursery.
And I purchase a variety of flowers that I don’t know the names of.
I buy them for the colors and their sizes.
I want tall with short.
I want purple with orange.
I want pink with red.
I want nothing the same
Yet they all do the same thing.
They live in a place they are put in,
And they exist every single year.
I like to look at them.
I love their differences.
I have no clue
What is different about them.
I can see the difference.
But they all take whatever it is they get,
Air, food, water,
Me very secretly singing to them,
And they grow.
And I haven’t a clue what I’m doing when I put them together.
But it works.