I have seen your garden growing madly
There I find you, hands in the earth
I have heard you talking with your children
On your level, never talking down

And I don't know how you cannot see
Where your gifts may be found

You say you know no tricks, have no talents
Isn't everyone supposed to have their own?
Yes, but few are obvious
Few draw notice to those who possess them
Like flags waving themselves

And you wonder how, how I can say
That your gifts do abound

I don't know how you cannot see
Where your gifts may be found
Do you understand when I say
That your gifts do abound