this garden unrefined
is quite the rugged sight
crawling vines of greenish hue
forsake the ground to press towards light
racing without crowds
these natural athletes of the field
train amidst both life and death
bringing forth victorious yield
what veterans who occupy
this territory of the earth
who care not for the president
or what their stocks and bonds are worth
their height depends upon their roots
their roots depend upon the ground
and nothing sets this place apart
but a wholly unnatural sound
of refinement, and the smell of oil and gas.
