Guardian of the Garden

It's a amazing that one little patch of land can provide so much for so many creatures.

I hum the song, "it's me, nobody else but me..." harvesting tomatoes, peppers, basil, eggplant, melons and sunshine.
While the slug silently slithers to the same. Slurping up succulent juices flavored tomato and cantaloupe.
Is she sensitive to the toad, lips wet with slug, who tangoed with the taloned, and won?
Perhaps brushing the brightly buzzing bee beating from basil to beef steak bloom. Careful to bequeath space to the Guardian.
Whose woven web, waves with the wind. Waiting to welcome the windswept wayward.