This is my garden in the summer
By fall, all these plants will die
The plants don’t seem worried though
The tomatoes aren’t scared at all
I think it’s because there’s an agreement
shared between these plants and I
That If I don’t take care of them
They aren’t going to take care of me
We never discussed this arrangement
No deals were made or contracts signed
It just seems like we’re more alive
Taking care of each other, before we die
