I am a gar 
I am a gar
I I I

I am a gardener 
Come visit my field
See what I’m growing 
See what I’m growing 

I’m a lion grower
I’m a lion grower 
Oh I’m a lion grower 

I’m growing a field
of roars
I’m growing a field
of power

I water them with my fierceness
I water them with my strength
I water them every day
I fertilize with my pain

And when the sun gets in the lion’s eyes
You know that’s when the fruit is ripe

No one picks the lions
The lions pick themselves
They rip their roots
From the ground 
And run
Leaving a trail of golden ether 

My garden is not a garden you eat
My garden may eat you
My garden is not a garden you eat
But my garden
likes to eat
meat.

Jill’s commentary: I enjoy awakening and nurturing a fierceness and strength in myself and others.