They won´t tend your garden

We cannot grow your garden for you the way you want
And it is too much to ask for us to dig as you flaunt
None of these plants that you´ve chosen will survive in the shade
You want a life of flowers on a southern hill of rock and clay

We can´t be the tending to your greenery like christmas elves
Seeds change each year to keep viable options on the shelf
The rake and spade and hours of toil are only worth sacrifice
If you can use them to get the bloom or harvest by your own wise

So in the calmer stretches of the river the man studied himself
Not the way a daffodil but to realize it was he or noone
He filled his arms with sharpened tools
and went to the soil to make new rules