SMALL BEDS

It’s still cultivation in the smallest of places.
You can’t say it ain’t so it is.
Still helping another live life
Like no other.
It’s farming, no matter the size.

We feed and we shade it
Talk to it and bathe it.
It’s changing as fast as the tide
To play out a story, in sorrows
In glory
It’s for me and me only to try.

Small beds small beds
Hold only so many (Hold only so many)
We are where we find
Ourselves and then
We go far into each and every
Where-y 

It’s the way of the world now
We only need what we have now

It’s still cultivation in the smallest of station.
You can’t say it isn’t; it’s true.
Just grow where you are –
For enjoyment and art.
And then God will be farming in you.