As we walked, the other spoke,

My first garden is full of colors

out of lines

random, dark and light

joyous and somber

always glad to be alive

excited by themselves

unaware of the meaning of dark labels

glad to experience all manner of things

ideas

people (the darkest fears do not crowd their joy)

sometimes without conscious thought,

just life

discovery

doing by themselves

tasting a new world

Little people in their fourth orbit of learning

come to my first garden

and

go away glad

I am sorry to see them go

when the orbit has completed its time

I have the joy of watching the growing

and

the going

Perhaps you would say there is sadness here

but

I and they

love.