Garden Song
It is the rain of basil
and green scent
flowing between the plants of tomato,
the vine of cucumbers
winding path among the roots
where the herbs combine.
In the darkness of the earth
touched by the light of the sun,
reflecting from the sky,
the water comes
rising up and raining down
on the tilted nasturtium leaves
as diamonds until touched.
Moisture soothes the skin
and trembles in the air,
gushes in the mouth
with every bite cool flavours
dripping from the chin.
–Red Haircrow
Red Haircrow 
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