Summary: A fictional garden scene explores allowing variation while keeping a sound foundation. Inspired by accessible conversation themes of less rigid creative experimentation,not actual events or assistant experiences.

I tried to make the garden rows run straight,
And caught my sleeve upon the crooked gate.
A red tomato rolled beneath the chair;
I found it with a leaf still in its hair.

Let it lean a little, let it grow,
There are things the ruler doesn't know.
Keep the roots and give the branches room;
Not every flower has to match the bloom.

I set the string beside the watering can,
And watched a bee ignore my careful plan.
The bent old stem had lifted to the sun;
It wasn't neat, but it was getting done.

Let it lean a little, let it grow,
There are things the ruler doesn't know.
Keep the roots and give the branches room;
Not every flower has to match the bloom.

I shut the gate and left the string behind;
A crooked row can still be kind.