It is going to be the time to sow
Although the garden is still covered with snow
Yet it does not hurt to pre-mesh the column and row
And may in your greenhouse the seeds grow
We will need the water and the air
The fertilization need rises in pair
We can imagine the uncoupled nightmare
But at this moment nobody would care
We prepare the seeds
We are also ready to remove the weeds
We are waiting for the warm breeze
Yet, after months the liquid water is still freeze
The plants are stuck in the tight
Growing the shoots toward the bright
Despite the soil there in sight
The environment is just not right
Down the heaven falls a two-legged crow
So haughty to ask us to bow
“Without me the soil water won’t flow
Without me the wind won’t blow”
“All things are governed by the physical rules
Mass in kilograms and energy in joules
Regardless the mountains, deserts, plains, or tules
For all the solid, liquid, or air molecules”
“Welcome to my new land
You have access to silt, clay, loam, and sand
It is the mother of humankind
It is the time to let your plants expand”
“But hold on, do not move your grown plants
That is not what the lord grants
I do not care about your rants
They cannot be individuals, not to say the complicated mutants”
“The nature of beauty is simplicity
Simple means better scalarity
Simple means more opacity and capacity
Simple means readily parallelity”
I am in such a rage
I have to put the crow in a cage
To freedom and love that I engage
Blessless that I try a new voyage
The dead seeks entropy increase
The live pursues maximal please
If the decision making right is to tease
That is when evolutions cease
I abhor the dead rules and spat the two-legged crow
Build my own garden and manage the flow
Yet, I hear helpless scream inside the window
“The lord will forbid you from air and punish you with endless snow”