Things tumble and stop
  never flowing onward
Just one jute another
  and end, suddenly
How does this come up
  side by side in the garden
Mystery as to why
  no quiet well found
Like finding puddles
  jumping one to the next
Splat!  your messy
  it happens, in the mind
Its alright, today's game
  may turn to tomorrows wisdom
Like tilling soil, jumbled deep
  worms flailing, the smell
Depths uncovered and hidden
  just below the surface
Don't be afraid to wander
  what is brought forth
Produces just as it should
  in life's garden