In the garden I plant a tree
Which has a longer life than me
I'm sure that you would like to know
Why we old folks stilI plant and sow
The truth, dear friends, who wonder why
Is I don't think that I will die
It's wishful thinking, yes, I know
But that is why all gardens grow
So every mad, bad, silly creed
Can promise gold foil for good deeds
'cause I can't grasp my train station
Is made by imagination
Thank goodness that pigs cannot fly
To join the clouds which paint the sky
You know that we don't outlive trees
Yet you'll still plant them. So do I.
Some are stupid and some are wise
Some write poems, some tell lies
But I am wise, the whole world knows
The tree I planted was a rose.
Orange rose in my garden. Photo by Angela Lansbury. Copyright.
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