For my gardener...

A seed, a seed, a seed! I'm just a seed, oh boy, I wish I was big like all the pretty flowers in her garden. I haven't actually seen them besides the immensity of their roots, since I have yet to even sprout yet. But I believe we can move on if we truly wish, And that those shores of youth will come and lapp away the bad, And I will sprout new life to entrust my being whole, pure, and true to her. The gardener♥