Take a walk through my garden 
so I can be near.
Say a few honest words, 
sing a gentle song,
Join hands in a circle of flesh.
Please tell some stories 
about me make you laugh.
I love making you laugh.
When I've had time to settle
and green gathers into buds, remember
I love buds bursting into spring.
As the season ripens
Remember my persistent passion.
And if you come into my garden
on an August afternoon,
Smile, laugh, and think of me.