One Tiny Garden

There you went, barreling right out of the garden –

watching life flash by at so many miles per hour,

though you knew enough to be brave right there, right then,

as you headed down a road that led to some place unknown –

and you heard all the canyons let out a big cry

as you flew right past them and they said their final goodbyes.

Now watch as I go headfirst out that garden with you,

forced hard and fast from a greenness

I knew I would not see again –

and to think I knew of only the sweetness of one fruit

from that giving ground,

and thought it to be all the dirt and stone

and earth that was there.

It was only when I hit the ground,

that I found a larger world unseen to me before –

and understood how much I needed to be hardened

to see that, life, is so much bigger

than that one tiny garden –

and that the world before was only

a corner of the truth,

and life itself was just starting.