Tending green shoot
Nurture them grow
To hight of hight
From low so low
A bit of sun
A bit or rain
Are you the gardiner
That grows in vain
Your blessed weeds
That look so fine
Not those flowers
For which you pine
Green fingered dichotomy
More metropolitan son
Try as you might
With your little spray gun.
Effort and trying
Give him his due
Another failed season