Why make so much of it?

Why make so much of it?

Standing in a country garden

Looking up at the sky

Lost in the blue

Rooted to the spot

As the world turns

Everything changes

Thinking about you

Seeing your reflection

Through the window

As I break ground.

Old-world toil,

Planting a future

We could grow into

Tending the soil

Feeding the earth

With the sweat from my brow

Feeling the worth of it

Even as Morpheus threatens

To tear me away

I know you are with me

If all things are equal

We will have time to spare

For the passing of secrets

From one dream to the next

If I stay true

To the way of things

The part you play

In the shaping of my journey

Through the days of darkness

When the light is blinding

And it is easier to pretend

That nothing really matters

Other than to tend

To the everyday process

The planting of seeds

That may one day grow

Into mighty trees

I may never see

But I will be in their dreaming

As in good time

They scrape the sky

Whispering to me in

The space between the by and by

Guiding me through

Moonlight and Stardust

Bringing me home

Back to this garden

To be with you,

There was never much more

To be made of it

Than that