He Grows In His Garden

He grows in his garden porcelain lips; kisses for the rain. And the flowers wanted to look out, so he planted a window pane. He grew a shiny crystal eye; to wink at the sun. And a thing to keep the prowlers out, so he made the gate to look like a gun. He rooted there a metal clown; entertainment for the flowers. And just so time would not make a fuss, an hour glass to sift away the hours. He sprouted silver branches there, for the tired birds of June. And an awesome golden harp is planted, in hopes the wind would play a tune. He grew this magnificent china bird; to tease the worms. And there by the gate a rubber mouse; insurance against the pachyderms. And for all to see, a green jade thumb; ask not for what or why. He grows these things, smart or dumb, to entertain a roving eye.