He invited a gardner,
to plant a garden.
This then to renew, a life,
He adores.
The time for departure, comes soon
much too soon.
This then, the promise,
of renewal.
He lived with this dread,
this day, for decades.
The time of departure,
they thought not of, together.
Life was full, and this was future,
far future.
Then the bell does toll,
the time now comes.
Does he have the faith,
to trust in the gardener,
This, they will, then, see.
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