Watching the flowers grow, living in slow motion

Watching the river flow, reaching for the ocean

Ten green bottles on the wall each one waiting for the fall

 

Cutting the grass in line with elegant devotion

Cutting the weeds in time with suitable emotion

If I tried to drink them all would I shrink would I grow tall ?

 

Rosemary's coming to my garden

 

Moulding my mind out of clay

Taking instruction, avoiding destruction

Digging the garden again, heading for reconstruction

If I tried to mix them all would I blow away the wall

 

Rosemary's coming to my garden

 

Cat is grinning, wasting time

Rosemary's coming tomorrow