Praise the gardener,
for he's slow, slower
than the others,
and knows no other way
than his own:
slowly bending,
throwing all those seeds around,
waiting for what's coming out.

smiling,
smiling
at all those seedlings
that pop up
from the ground,
welcoming,
recieving,
helping where he's needed,
ever more,
ever more,
ask him for a grant,
and he'll give it to you.