A sister served to remind 
That I tell you 
Here

In the fall, I lost my ring
But not my promise 
And I wait

I was gardening
Hands, feet and brow covered in dirt
In beautiful dirt

Making things pretty
So it’s okay
What else is there to tell

Oh 
Yes
There is such difficulty in this

If there are choices 
I’d say I’ve chosen
To not see, that I’d not know

So many else forget
Protect your eyes
Your skin, your perceptions

Keep clean from consensual dirt
This is that 
Promise