She holds a rose The way the world would hold a diamond Knows that everyone has thorns She walks through art museums Loves colors of the paintings While the rest of us scroll through our phones In a world that kills for fame She is content to feel the rain Maybe I've been living upside down She drinks green tea And loves to talk about the apocalypse Like it's a film she can't wait to see She's patient with her plants And know the best seeds take time In a world that wants instant everything In a world that loves to scream She whispers love to everything Maybe all I've treasured was just trash She is the gardener of my heart She spends her days the way a sage would spend a lifetime Looking in toward everything She knows this life is just a dew drop on a pedal Burning in the morning sun In a world that keeps it's truth locked She knows that wisdom moves in paradox Maybe my life's about to begin I am in bloom