NE-YO

One day there was a tree... and that tree is me... its root go so deep... between my legs and down my feet... around that tree is a garden... a garden of love made from up above... we all know every garden need a keeper to help ... but the tree is so old it does not need to be kelp... just a little water and may be swept... I am that tree... I don’t need some little worker bees to taste my fruit... I just need the keeper to be true.. true to me and the work that needs to be done.. I need the one... the one that knows that his time... will never cost him a dime... I now know the truth... and the real truth is not anyone can be a keeper of my garden... I am still wait for that one...