The dreams for a garden were in my head
I dug up the grass for another flower bed.
Now that it's time to sell the my dream
All the folks want is grass it would seem.
Today I dug the basil from the herb garden.
With each plant removed I feel my heart harden.
My dreams are no longer of shrubs or vines
Rather meeting our son for samples of wines
With the chance for a change in our life so mundane
There are many who think the plan is insane.
With rocks moved here and the grass planted there
When living in Austin, I really won't care.