|Voices on the Wind||Voices in the Garden|
My Aunt Talks to her Marigolds by Mike Bayles My aunt talks to her marigolds in the garden behind her house. They rustle in the spring wind and take in the gentle sound of her voice. From seed they come from the touch of her hand into the cradle of fertile ground. Of this she sings, of this a spring song, the promise of summer and all possible riches under the sun.