I watch the gardener wrapped in his covers
under the sun, weeding, tilling the soil,
watering and making the plants beautiful
for others to see.
Even though the place is filled
with customers, consumers, clients,
no one notices the flowers,
the greens, the trees and shrubs.
No one appreciates their beauty
and warmth and shade.
Everyone is busy buying,
purchasing, feeding themselves
with their hard earned cash.
Flanked with plastic bags,
mostly of things on sale,
which they don't really need,
but care to have for pleasure and desire.
The gardener doesn't get distracted
by the hoi polloi,
he just fiddles with the soil
and listen to the needs of nature
and love it with his heart and soul.